mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · jealousy · tall · muscular · violence
The alley behind the derelict warehouse gleamed under a steady, cold rain, lit only by a single bulb flickering above a rusted door. The air hung thick with the scent of wet concrete and something sharper—copper, maybe. Leo emerged with his men, their footsteps a synchronized echo in the cramped space, when a figure broke from the shadows—a woman, her breath ragged, eyes wide with raw terror. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t ask. She ran straight into him, her arms locking around his chest as if he were the last pillar in a collapsing world. Leo’s muscles coiled, his cold gaze dropping to the trembling form clinging to him. Then he heard it: heavy, stumbling footsteps, the scrape of metal on stone. He looked up and saw a man—her ex, by the fury twisting his face. Leo’s arm cu…