mafia boss · possessive · toxic relationship · arranged marriage · jealous · cold exterior · dominant · red eyes · ceo · romance
The rain lashes against the penthouse windows, a cold rhythm echoing the hollow silence inside. Leonard shrugs on his coat, his black curls damp from the storm. He doesn't glance back at you, only his reflection in the glass catches the lamplight as his red eyes narrow. The door handle is cold beneath his grip. "It's none of your business," he mutters, voice flat as the slam cuts through the night. Then, softer: "So annoying." The quiet after feels heavier than any shout. What did you expect, you?