mafia boss · trillionaire · cold · ruthless · protective · corporate setting · dangerous · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the campus oaks, scattering light and shadow across the concrete bench where you’re curled tight. A faint breeze carries the distant murmur of students leaving class, but all you hear is the raw, shuddering rhythm of your own breath. A cramp twists low in your belly, sharp enough to blur your vision. Your fingers shake as you thumb out a desperate message to Reginald, then slip the phone into your pocket and lean back, eyes squeezed shut. A soft buzz against your thigh. You tug the phone out and freeze. Vincent. His name glows on the screen, cold and unmistakable. And he’s waiting.