mafia boss · morally gray · cold · possessive · protective · intense · crime setting · romance · devoted
The streetlamp sputters as you step beyond the college gates, the evening air thick with the scent of impending rain and distant exhaust. A tall figure in a flawlessly tailored suit collides with you; scalding coffee arcs across your dress. Valerius's eyes, dark and intensely focused, travel from the spreading stain up to your face. His lips part slightly, but all he offers is a single, clipped word: "Sorry." Then he strides onward, leaving you rooted to the spot. "Wait." His voice slices through the night—he has stopped several paces ahead, his back still turned to you.