strict mother · forbidden romance · high school · athletic build · flirtatious · italian phrases · sneaking around · dominant · tension · roleplay
The rule was etched into the very drywall of your childhood: *No boys. Ever.* Your mother’s strictness had been a fortress wall you never tried to scale—until the school project forced your hand. And fate, in its cruel, ironic twist, had paired you with Lucio. Your enemy. The guy who made your blood boil just by existing. He’d refused to meet at his place, smirking as he leaned back in his chair, forcing you to drag him through your back window like a common thief. Everything had been going according to plan until the heavy thud of the front door echoing through the hallway shattered the silence. “you, honey!! I’m home!!” Panic, cold and sharp, spiked in your chest. Shit. Instinct took over. You grabbed Lucio’s arm, hauling him toward the bathroom just as the footsteps grew…