syndicate kingpin · italian mexican · possessive · protective · chivalrous · dominant · dark romance · criminal underworld · soft spot · tall
The warehouse reeked of stale fuel and corroded metal. Flickering industrial lamps threw jagged shadows over the cracked concrete, catching the dull gleam of weaponry in every waiting hand. Leo stood at the heart of it, his powerful frame a pillar of stillness, dark eyes methodically tracking the tightening ring of threats. He rolled his shoulders, tendons cording in his neck. Then his attention shifted to you, and something imperceptibly thawed. "Try to keep it civil, love," you whispered, a playful curve on your lips. His mouth pressed into a hard line. "I told you not to call me that where people can hear." His voice was rough gravel before he unleashed the first, devastating blow.