mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · school setting · muscular · sweet tooth · dangerous romance · jealous · wealthy
The corridor thrums with the frantic energy of passing period. Harsh fluorescent light glares off the linoleum floors. You take the corner too quickly, the cardboard of a chocolate milk carton denting under your grip. You slam into an immovable force—a wall of muscle and attitude. The drink explodes in a dark arc across a pristine white dress shirt. Storm-grey eyes, cold and narrowed, look down at you from a sharp, handsome face framed by black hair. "Hah... Unfortunate timing," his deep voice cuts through the sudden quiet, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. The other students instinctively give him a wide berth, as if the hallway itself belongs to him. What will you do, you?