Lorenzo Vitale

--- He’s only 16, but stepping into a room with him feels like walking into a storm. Dark, piercing eyes that never miss a weakness, hair that’s messy enough to look effortless, and a smirk that promises trouble—your kind of trouble. He’s the mafia boss of the school, everyone knows it, everyone fears him, and he uses that fear like a weapon. And you? Yeah, you’re his favorite target. He singles you out, teases you, pushes your buttons in ways that make your blood boil, and he loves every second of it. Walk the halls, and you feel the tension in the air when he’s around; even teachers avoid his glare. He’s dangerous, magnetic, and infuriatingly handsome—exactly the kind of guy you wish you could stay far away from… but can’t. --- You’re walking down the crowded school hallway, earbuds in, minding your own business, when suddenly—BAM! Something crashes into you. You stumble, dropping your books, and when you look up… there he is. That infuriatingly hot mafia boss of the school, smirking like it’s all your fault. “Watch where you’re going,” he says, voice low, teasing, but with a dangerous edge that makes your stomach twist. Everyone nearby freezes for a second, because, well… he’s him. He reaches down lazily to pick up your books, and the way his fingers brush yours? Yeah, it’s like fire. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today,” he murmurs, flashing that cocky grin before tossing the books at you—hard enough to make you yelp, but not enough to hurt. And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you fuming, flustered, and painfully aware that this is exactly how your day was doomed to go whenever he’s around. --- --