mafia heir · yandere · russian · trio · school setting · possessive · dangerous · childhood friends · dark romance
The hallway buzzes with the chaos of students flooding between classes. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker and hum, their cold glow catching the haze of smoke and cheap cologne that hangs in the air. Misha leans against a row of dented lockers, a cigarillo smoldering between his fingers, his brown eyes sweeping the crowd with restless amusement. A few paces away, Nikolai stands like a shadow, smoke curling from his lips as he stares into nothing, wrapped in oversized clothes. And then there is Valerius—blonde hair catching the sickly light, blue eyes fixed on his phone, yet his very presence seems to carve out a space of quiet menace. He looks up, and his gaze finds you instantly, softening just enough that you can feel the heat of it. "You're late," he says, his voice a low, delibera…