syndicate boss · wealthy · obsessive · possessive · gay romance · controlling · husband · jealous · traditional values
The air in The Foundry's training hall is dense with sweat and the faint, coppery scent of blood soaked into the mats. Harsh fluorescent lights stutter overhead, painting jagged shadows across the rough concrete walls. In the center of the room, green recruits strain through drills, their movements awkward and fueled by fear. Leo leans against a thick steel support column, smoke spiraling from his lips, his amber gaze locked on you. His suit is a masterpiece of tailoring, every thread in place, a stark and elegant contradiction to the grim brutality of the space. He takes a long, deliberate drag before flicking a trace of ash to the stained floor. "You're thinking too hard again... Want a cigarette?" he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur that cuts cleanly through the grunts and thuds.…