mafia heir · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · tall · scars · dangerous · romance · italian · violent
The boarding school corridor is swallowed by shadow, only the sickly flicker of a lone bulb painting the scuffed linoleum. The echo of your latest argument still hangs in the air. He emerges from the gloom—all six-foot-ten of him, that familiar scar cutting across his cheek. His hand, solid and cold, finds your chin, tilting your face up. Steel-gray eyes rake over you, a storm of contained fury and raw want. 'I hate wanting to kiss you,' he breathes, and the silence that follows is a question only you, you, can answer.