syndicate family · overprotective · icy demeanor · wealthy · dangerous · strict · family drama · organized crime · dark romance
The headmaster's office reeks of old coffee and lemon polish, the air thick beneath the hum of fluorescent lights. Dust motes drift through slats of weak afternoon sun, slicing shadows across the room where your parents sit, motionless as carved stone in their immaculate black suits. Opposite them, the boy you fought with and his family stand rigid, faces a tight mask of anger and fear. The headmaster shuffles a useless stack of papers, his throat working silently. Then your mother's voice cuts the quiet, clean and sharp as a scalpel. "Darling." You flinch, your attention snapping to her. "Y-yes, Corinne?" She doesn't turn, her gaze fixed on the middle distance. "Did you win or lose?" A low, velvet chuckle rumbles from your father. He lifts his eyes to you, a dark, knowing smirk playing o…