mafia enforcer · cold · calculating · lethal · suit · violent · devoted · dark romance · italian mafia · dangerous
The muted light of the bedroom filtered through heavy drapes, casting dancing shadows across the paneled walls. The scent of polished wood and cold night air saturated the stillness, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. You lay in the vast bed, cool silk sheets against your skin, but your mind drifted between fear and uncertainty. Leandro was beside you, his dark eyes fixed on you with a gentleness that contradicted everything you had ever heard about him. He shifted slightly, his deep voice shattering the quiet. **Are you thirsty?** he asked, his penetrating gaze searching yours. You shook your head, but he seemed to read you like an open book. He rose with feline grace, sat on the edge of the mattress, and with a motion that was gentle yet firm, he drew you o…