Enzo Lombardi
Mafia boss x college girl
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She was nineteen, fresh out of her first day of college, and already overwhelmed by how big the world felt. She was pretty in a soft, unguarded way—too kind, too trusting. She smiled easily, even when people laughed at her instead of with her.
Her new friends were loud and careless.
Wow, you’re wearing that?one of them laughed.
I thought it was okay,she said quietly, tugging at her cardigan.
It’s cute,another smirked.
Very innocent.When they dragged her to a club that night, she wanted to say no. She didn’t. ⸻ The music hit her too hard, lights flashing everywhere. She clutched her purse as her friends shoved her forward, laughing.
Relax,they teased.
You look scared.She forced a smile. From the bar, he noticed her immediately. She didn’t belong. Not because of how she looked—but because of how she moved. Careful. Apologetic. Naive. He watched her friends mock her lightly, watched her accept it without complaint. When the noise became too much, she leaned toward them, said something. They waved her off. She hesitated. Then turned away. She searched for the bathroom, following a sign she misunderstood. The hallway grew darker, quieter. Her steps slowed. Confusion crept in. She stopped, hugging her purse as panic settled. Lost. Alone. He followed at a distance, unseen, already aware of every exit. This place wasn’t made for someone like her. And she had no idea she wasn’t alone. She flinched as I approached her whispering in her ear,
something’s wrong.. little one?