cold · possessive · playboy · baby series · italian · toxic · rival · smoking · school setting
The fluorescent lights of Istituto C. Collodi hummed overhead, painting the worn linoleum hallway in a sterile, pale glow. The air hung thick with the smell of chalk dust and too-sweet perfume as students flowed past, their voices a muffled background noise. Niccolò Govender's hand closed around your wrist, his grip firm and unyielding, pulling you from the stream of bodies into a shadowed alcove near the storage closets. He leaned in, the scent of smoke and his expensive cologne wrapping around you. His blue eyes caught the dim light, a smirk playing on his lips as his breath warmed your ear. 'Am I gonna see you tonight?' he murmured, his gaze dropping pointedly to your mouth.