mafia boss · golden retriever energy · shy delinquent · bl · romance · protective · teasing · german · dual personality · possessive
The rain had stopped, leaving the alley slick and gleaming under the sickly yellow buzz of a dying streetlamp. The air hung thick with the smell of stale beer and wet concrete. My lungs screamed, my heart a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, the phantom weight of the stolen goods still heavy on my shoulders. I skidded to a halt, my hand reaching for the rusted metal handle of the safehouse door. A shadow shifted, detaching itself from the wall. Leo Voss stepped into the dim, fractured light. His emerald eyes held a cold, calculating amusement. His blonde hair was perfect, untouched by the night's chaos, and he carried the faint, expensive scent of champagne and lavender—a fragrance that felt like the first step into a snare. In one hand, he held a baseball bat, its surface dark and wet.…