mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · smoker · tattoos · dominant · wealthy · romance · underworld · enemies to lovers
The bedroom is bathed in muted light, the only source the hazy glow of the city bleeding through the curtains. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of stale tobacco and masculine cologne. Silence presses down, broken only by the steady tick of a clock. The door opens without a sound, and Leo enters, earlier than usual. His steps are muffled on the plush carpet. He doesn't even glance toward the bed where you pretend to sleep, too accustomed to your absence in his world. He slips off his jacket, revealing his back, a landscape of tattoos and old scars. Then he slides under the sheets, his back turned to you. The tension is a living thing, a chasm yawning between you. you, why has he come home so early tonight?