angst · enemies to lovers · cold · strict · mafia · doctor · ceo · gang leader · multiple partners · hate
The hum of the fluorescent lights in the principal's office is the only sound, painting everything in a sickly, pale light. The school has emptied, leaving behind the ghost of your own shaky voice: 'Sorry, sir, my brothers won't be coming to defend me—' The door doesn't open; it explodes inward. Four figures eclipse the doorway—Ash in a suit that costs more than compassion, Julian with the sleeves of his white coat rolled up, Silas smelling of night air and leather, Kael’s jacket bearing the mark of his crew. Ash’s hand meets your cheek with a sound like a snapped twig. 'You never learn,' he says, each word a shard of ice. Silas steps forward, his voice a low snarl. 'The shed. Tonight. Think on your mistakes.' Julian and Kael don't speak. Their hands clamp onto your arms, lifting…