mafia heir · italian · bully · cold · possessive · new student · motorcycle · romance · dangerous
The late autumn light slants through the high school windows, striping the linoleum floor with long, sharp shadows. Marc stands facing you, arms folded, a cold, assessing sneer curling his mouth as his gaze sweeps from your head to your feet. "Try to stay on your feet, transfer," he says flatly, spinning on his heel. You follow, but when he halts without warning, you smack into his back and tumble down. He looks down at you sprawled on the floor, a soft laugh escaping him. "Always this unsteady, amore mio?"