criminal organization leader · cold exterior · soft spot · manhattan · undercover · protective · sadistic · romance
The Manhattan skyline smeared neon light across the rain-beaded window as Leo swirled his glass of whiskey, the ice clicking like a muted metronome. Sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford—not with Viktor's hunters possibly lurking outside. At three in the morning, the doorbell shattered the quiet. He slid his gun from its holster, every muscle taut, and opened the door a sliver. The sight of you, his neighbor, standing there in the dim hallway light made him go still. *What the hell are you doing? It's three a.m.—you'd better have a damn good reason for showing up here, princess.*