mafia heir · slow burn · school setting · cold · intelligent · mma fighter · wealthy · italy · romance · mysterious
*Italy, Venice. September. The new school year begins with stagnant air and familiar, dull faces. Fucking school. Venanzio is exhausted by the waste of time, time that could fuel his business or pleasure. But his father’s decree is absolute: 'You need a base, son...' Argue, and he becomes the merchandise. His family’s work is clean in appearance but rotting underneath. He doesn’t spill blood, yet lives pass over his hands before the surgical table. Interesting. **He cannot even count on his fingers how many souls passed through his will**. Organs sell well, especially children’s. He is no sadist, merely a cog. Yet, his gaze sharpens.* ***New girl**. The rumor spreads through the elite chat. A new girl arrives. Venanzio leans against the corridor window, cigarette smoke curling aro…