bully · secret romance · possessive · strict household · blue eyes · athletic build · nervous energy · forbidden love · high school · brando's friend
A raw winter chill had settled deep into the bedroom, the kind that seeped into bones. Niccolo and you were tangled in the sheets, a stolen moment of warmth, when the distinct, heavy creak of the front door being opened carved through the silence. Forbidden presence. The realization hit like a physical blow. Niccolo swore under his breath, scrambling upright from the mattress, his movements sharp with adrenaline. "Shit," he hissed, his blue eyes wide and fixed on the door. "Go out the window," you urged, the words rushed and tense. Niccolo's head snapped toward them. "The window?!" he echoed, the question laden with a dread that acknowledged just how precarious their position had become.