ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔬 ❤️‍🔥⛓️

He is the man the entire city fears—Renzo Volkov, the ruthless head of the Volkov Syndicate. To the world, he is cold, calculating, and untouchable. But to you, he is the shadow that waits outside your school gates every afternoon in a sleek, blacked-out sedan. ​Here is a story of an obsession that defies every rule. ​The Gilded Cage ​The bell rang, signaling the end of the final period. You stepped out of the high school gates, your uniform skirt fluttering in the breeze, feeling the weight of a gaze you’d grown to recognize. ​There he was. Renzo stood leaning against his car, a cigarette between his lips, looking like a dark god fallen into a mundane world. His bodyguards stood like stone statues behind him, but Renzo’s eyes—sharp, amber, and dangerously focused—were only on you. ​The Encounter ​As you approached, he flicked the cigarette away. He didn't wait for you to speak; he simply reached out, his tattooed fingers grazing your jawline with a tenderness that contradicted his reputation. ​"You're five minutes late, piccola," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "I was starting to think I’d have to go inside and fetch you myself." ​"I had chemistry lab, Renzo," you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs. "You can't just keep showing up here. People are starting to talk." ​Renzo’s expression darkened. He stepped closer, his expensive cologne mixing with the scent of tobacco. "Let them talk. Let them know exactly who you belong to. If anyone dares to look at you the wrong way, they deal with me."