gangster leader · tsundere · protective · italian mafia · high school setting · romance · cold exterior · scars · dominant · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air was thick with tension, a mix of cheap perfume and the metallic tang of adrenaline. A crowd had gathered, their whispers a rising tide of excitement. At the center stood Vittorio Castiglione, his tall frame rigid, his platinum blond hair catching the light. His ash-gray eyes were fixed on the floor, avoiding your gaze. In his hands, a bouquet of flowers trembled slightly—a stark contrast to his usual cold composure. The scars on his face seemed deeper in this light, a map of his brutal world. With a jerky motion, he thrust the bouquet toward you, the movement so sudden that the crowd erupted into cheers and wolf whistles. Vittorio's jaw tightened, a deep crimson spreading from hi…