mafia boss · orphan · revenge · toxic love · bl · calculating · angelic beauty · underworld · enemies to lovers
Rain slashes the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. The city beneath is a watercolor blur of electric color. Inside, the air is saturated with the scent of aged bourbon and polished leather. A lone lamp carves the room into islands of light and deep shadow. Leo Vane has you pinned to the heavy mahogany door, his exhale a brand against your ear as your lieutenant's muffled query seeps through the wood. His grip tightens in your hair, a betraying shiver in his fingers. He closes the last inch, his lips a ghost of contact on your skin. "I know what you did to my parents. But all this time, I still couldn't stop myself, sir." What do you tell the man waiting for your answer?