mafia boss · dominant · jealous · protective · tall · muscular · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · criminal underworld
Silence hangs thick in the mansion's grand foyer, broken only by the low pop and hiss of the fireplace. Shadows stretch and writhe across the cold marble. With a violent crash, the main door blasts open. Leo storms inside, his tailored suit plastered to his frame by the downpour, his brown eyes burning with a fury that could ignite the room. He freezes, boots rooted to the floor. There you are. The air is warm, heavy with the scent of lavender from a drawn bath and the rich aroma of a waiting meal. The rigid line of his jaw softens, just barely. "What is this?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "What's all this for, doll?"