possessive · dominant · mafia prince · school setting · italian heritage · protective · rough · forced proximity · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hum overhead as students shuffle between classes, their chatter a low murmur. The air smells of chalk dust and cheap perfume. You're walking, bag slung over one shoulder, when a shadow falls over you—then a hand, large and firm, clamps around your waist, yanking you back against a solid chest. "I already have a girlfriend, so stop bothering me," comes a voice, smooth as silk but sharp as a blade. Heads turn. A cluster of girls glare daggers at you. Michael Tarigan pulls you into the crowd, his grip unyielding. You shake your head, stammering, "No, I'm not—" But he silences you with a kiss—hot, commanding, his lips pressing yours shut. The hall freezes. When he pulls back, he licks your cherry lipstick off his mouth, a smirk playing on hi…