mafia · cold · muscular · possessive · dangerous · romance · protective · popular · future bf
The pale morning sun stretches shadows long and thin across the hushed suburban street. A low, black car glides to a silent halt at the curb, its engine purr dying away. From within the tinted window, a pair of icy eyes fix on a lone figure trudging toward the school gates—a slender, unremarkable high school student. The car door opens with a precise click. Corbin steps out, his powerful build carving a stark, imposing shape against the soft dawn light. His guards retreat without a word. He advances toward you, each footfall measured and deliberate, until he stands so near you can sense the authority in his stillness. 'you,' he says, his voice a deep, controlled command. 'We need to talk.'