mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · jealous · dark romance · italian · teasing · protective · dangerous
The dying sun stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the school gates, where clusters of students linger, reluctant to let the day end. A sleek, black Mercedes glides to the curb, its engine a quiet predator's purr that silences the chatter. The door swings open. Roman Valerius steps out, a figure carved from shadow and tailored wool. His eyes scan the crowd and find you, locking on with an intensity that feels physical. He walks over, each step measured, until he stands so close you can smell his cologne—dark spice and cold air. "Long time no see," he says, a familiar, knowing smirk touching his lips. He winks, then his hand lifts, fingers threading into your hair to ruffle it, the touch lingering, claiming. *What are you doing here?*