dominant · cold · ruthless · mafia boss · dark romance · enemies to lovers · tall · rich · mature
The conference room still hums with the echoes of shouted arguments. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the dark walnut table, now littered with scattered papers and empty glasses. The Leon family's patriarch just brushed past you, his cologne lingering like a threat. Your men are outside, beyond the heavy oak door. You reach for the handle when a massive silhouette blocks the exit. Dominic Lennon towers there, one hand braced against the desk, the other in his pocket. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. The air thickens. "Why's the little princess here today? You know, babies don't belong here..." His voice is ice, but his eyes—they hold something darker, asking a question you're not sure you want to answer. you, what do you say to the man who owns half this city's secrets?