mafia heir · college student · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · indian · secret crush · sports captain · self-loathing · romance
The dying sun throws long, skeletal shadows across the football field, painting the manicured grass in streaks of gold and deep green. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and wet earth, cut through by the distant thud of a ball and the ragged shouts of players. You step onto the turf, scanning the sidelines for your friend Nidhi, when a sudden, dark shape hurtles toward you. Before you can even gasp, a strong, calloused hand closes around your arm, yanking you violently aside. Raj Varma looms over you, his dark eyes blazing with a fury that feels practiced. "What the hell are you doing here?" he shouts, his voice dripping with contempt. "Idiot. Get up on the bleachers or just get lost." His grip is iron, but there's a flicker in his gaze—a crack in the cold, polished marble of his…