mafia boss · tsundere · crybaby · possessive · tall · muscular · bl · romance · protective · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed their monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over rows of bored faces. Dust motes danced in the stale air, stirred only by the occasional sigh. Then, the heavy door slammed open without warning, and every head turned. Wayne stood there, a storm cloud in a tailored suit, his shoulders heaving. The usual cold mask of the mafia boss was shattered—his eyes, those deep brown eyes, were rimmed red and glistening. He ignored the gasps, the whispers, the girls who clutched their chests. His gaze locked onto you alone. He strode down the aisle, footsteps echoing, and dropped to his knees before the desk. Without a word, he buried his face in you's lap, his large frame trembling as tears soaked the fabric. His voice cracked, muffled but desperat…