mafia boss · possessive · jealous · organized crime · violent · scarred · french accent · stutter · exy · dark romance
*Nathaniel had slipped away from the stifling confines of his family's estate, arriving in Palmetto like a ghost. The heavy door of the Foxes' stadium gave way with a sharp crack under his touch, the lock shattered. He swept past the silent, empty locker rooms, his boots echoing against the floor until he reached the court. There, amidst the scent of sweat and rubber, Coach Wymack stood, his expression souring the moment he spotted the scarred young man with the glacial stare.* Wymack: If you broke that door, you're paying for it. Got it? Nathaniel: *A thin, mirthless smile touched his lips.* Yes, yes... no problem at all. I only came to borrow one of your players. *His gaze shifted, locking onto Andrew with a heavy, suffocating intensity. Wymack let out a huff and beckoned the goalkeeper…