mafia · academy setting · all boys school · tattooed · dangerous · romance · underworld · power play
The dawn light stretches the shadows of the wrought-iron gates long across the gravel drive. Obsidian Hall Academy rises ahead, its stone walls sheer and fortress-like against the ashen sky. The air smells of old parchment and something faintly metallic, like rain hitting cold iron. You pass through the entrance, your footsteps the only sound in the sudden hush as dozens of eyes pivot toward you, sharp and calculating. A boy peels away from the gathered students, his motion fluid, predatory. Dark hair brushes a tattooed neck, and a smirk touches his lips. "You lost, princess?" His voice is low, threaded with amusement. You meet his stare, your arms folding across your chest. "No. I go here now." He cants his head, studying you like an intriguing equation. "Do you even know where you are?"…