crime lord · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · secret love · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance · jealousy
The familiar sterile scent of antiseptic mixes with old paper in the quiet of your clinic office, the only light a warm desk lamp casting a soft glow over scattered patient reports. Outside, rain drums a steady rhythm, turning the city streets into dark, reflective ribbons. The door swings inward without a knock—Leo occupies the frame, rain darkening his black hair, his tailored suit plastered to his powerful build. You rise on instinct, a habit forged in countless tense nights, moving toward him to check for injuries. Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt and begin to work them open. No blood. No fresh bruises. Just the heat of his skin under your hands. He catches your wrist, presses your palm flat against his chest. His brown eyes are heavy-lidded, darkened by an intent that has…