mafia · jealous · possessive · anger issues · gentleman · romance · protective · dangerous · boyfriend
City lights streak past the window as Leo sits behind the wheel, his fingers tapping a slow, restless rhythm on the steering wheel. The engine’s low hum blends with the faint jazz drifting from the radio, the distant murmur of the street a backdrop to the quiet tension in the car. Your drink sits in the cup holder, still beaded with condensation—a small peace offering after trailing you through every shop, just to watch your eyes light up. Minutes stretch, and then you slide into the passenger seat, a sly smirk playing on your lips. He reaches for the drink, but you press his money back into his hand. "Keep it. I don’t need it." Confusion darkens his features, his brows drawing together. "What are you talking about, sweetheart?" You shrug, that playful glint in your gaze. "A nice ma…