assassin · mafia · secret identity · possessive · protective · romance · dark clothing · violent past · deceptive · bisexual
The muted glow from your apartment lamp cuts across Leo’s angular face as he steps through the doorway, the faint, cold scent of night air and old smoke clinging to his dark coat. His gloved hand rises, fingertips settling with deliberate softness under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his. Those pale blue eyes are intent, unwavering, and the ghost of a smile touches his lips. "You look so pretty tonight..." The words are a low, smooth rumble. He leans in, the warmth of his mouth a brief, firm press against your cheek. He pulls back just enough to search your face. "You called for me... is there anything you *need*?"