ruthless · mafia don · syndicate · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · dangerous · young boss · suit · intimidation
The kitchen sits in shadow, lit only by the stove's blue flame and the pale wash of moonlight through the window. Steam curls from the pot of carbonara you're stirring. The back door slams open—Leo strides in, his suit rumpled, tie loose, a vein visible at his temple. His boots echo sharply on the tile. You swallow. "Would you like coffee?" you ask, softly. He doesn't glance your way, just grunts and pushes past you to the machine. "What do you think? I'll do it myself." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. you, why do you even bother?