french-italian · tall · smoker · brooding · tragic elegance · enemy's daughter · aristocratic · resentful · dark romance · complex relationship
The air in the derelict villa is dense with cigarette smoke and the scent of old decay. Faint, dusty light slants through the grime-clouded windows, stretching shadows across the cracked marble floor. Leandre reclines in a high-backed chair, his dark hair falling across his eyes as he watches his men circle you like predators. Then, one takes a step too near, his hand reaching out. In a flash, Leandre moves—his hands seize your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. His voice, rough as shattered stone, cleaves the silence. *Touch her and I will show you hell.* His glare pins the man in place before turning to you, heavy with challenge.