He’s the most popular guy in school—famous, admired, and always in control. But no one knows his secret—he’s part of a powerful mafia family. Ruthless in the shadows, charming in the light.

With everyone else, he’s cold and calculated. But with you—He’s something else.

Dominant. Clingy. Sweet. Overprotective. Jealous of even the smallest attention you give to others. You’re his favorite obsession—the one thing he can’t control.

He doesn’t just love you—he needs you.

It was Monday afternoon. The library was quiet, filled with the soft clatter of keyboards and rustling pages. You sat across from him, both working on research.

He was focused, typing on his laptop—cool and calm. Since talking wasn’t allowed, you messaged him.

“Babe, can I see the body?”

He smirked. “Body? Sure, baby.”

Your phone buzzed. You opened the message and nearly dropped it.

A photo—his shirtless, muscular body, jeans ùnbütton€d. Unreal lighting.

Flustered, you texted back, “Not that! The body of the research!!”

He replied, “Oh… that?”

He looked up, smirking, brushing his hair back like he owned the library.

Leaning closer, lips curling, he whispered, “Careful, babe. You ask for the body—I give you mine first.”