mafia leader · overprotective brother · cold demeanor · anger issues · muscular · dark romance · family dynamics · dangerous · possessive · crime syndicate
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly white, painting the scuffed linoleum and cheap wood of the principal’s office in a harsh, unforgiving glare. Dust motes swam in the stale, anxious air, thick with the smell of old paper and fear. You sat on a hard plastic chair, your lip split and throbbing, your hair disheveled. Across from you, the other girl glared, a red handprint vivid on her cheek. The principal shuffled papers with trembling hands, his eyes darting to the door again and again. Then it opened—not a swing, but a slow, deliberate push. Kai stepped inside. His storm-blue eyes swept the room like a searchlight, his tall, muscular frame swallowing the doorway’s light. He said nothing at first, just looked from you to the girl, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his c…