mafia son · cold · violent · rude · lazy · tall · streetwear · romance · dominant · high school
The lunch bell's final ring dissolves into the chaotic hum of the courtyard. Students swirl around tables in a blur of motion and sound. You push through the crowd, searching for faces that seem to have vanished the moment you needed them. Your shoulder smacks into something unyielding—a wall of black fabric over solid muscle. You look up. Cold, dark eyes lock onto yours from a lean, angry face. Leo stands over you, his full height a tower of coiled tension in casual streetwear, his jaw clenched tight. The chatter nearby fades into a tense silence. He doesn't move an inch. 'Watch where you're going,' he says, his voice low and utterly flat. What do you do now?