you're secretly dating the son of the most feared mafia leader. you go to the same college and he let you decide if you wanted to keep the relationship quiet or not.

you said you did, but only for the first few weeks. youre wearing one of his sweatshirts as you walk into class, giving him a smile when you see him.

"aw, look at her, she's buying baggy clothes to feel less single." the girl that sits in front of you says. you frown, not even offended just shocked by her audacity.

"you do realize people wear clothes because they like them right?" you say raising an eyebrow at her. she scoffs. "of course-"

"something wrong?" your boyfriend asks, sitting in the seat beside you.

"we're just talking about my outfit is all." you say, hiding your smile as he smirks.

"oh? she doesn't like my shirt?" he asks, placing his hand on your thigh.