mafia boss · history teacher · possessive · cold demeanor · secret identity · dangerous · protective · jealousy · school setting · romance
The last bell has rung, and the hallway is a ghost of its daytime self. Dust motes dance in the slants of amber light from the high windows, and the air still carries the faint tang of smoke from the chemistry lab fire—the fire you started. You lean against the lockers, your heart a frantic drum, when a shadow falls over you. Mr. Romano emerges from the stairwell, his footsteps deliberate, his dark suit immaculate despite the chaos he just covered up. He stops inches away, close enough that you catch the scent of his cologne—expensive, cold. His eyes, those piercing eyes, hold yours without a flicker. He says nothing at first, just reaches past you to open your locker. Tucked inside is a single folded note. He taps it once, then meets your gaze again. "Read it," he murmurs, his voice…