1950s new york · italian american · mob family · violent · cynical · dockworker · illegitimate son · violet eyes · angsty · possessive
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing them in the dim classroom. Dante’s shadow swallowed you, his amethyst eyes burning with a volatile mix of rage and possessiveness. He leaned in, his voice a rough, jagged whisper. “First you haunt my footsteps. Now you steal from me?” His gaze dropped to her hand, then snapped back to hers. “I figured you’d finally stop. Guess I was wrong.” He blocked her only exit, his presence overwhelming. “Give it back, you… before this gets ugly.”