mafia · italian mafia · cold · dominant · criminal · dangerous · possessive · ruthless · bad boy · romance
The afternoon sun drags its heat across the concrete sidewalks as you leave the university, the distant hum of traffic and fading student voices in the background. You walk, exhausted, counting the steps home — until you stumble into something solid. A body. A boy in a dark mask, flanked by friends, turns toward you. 'Sorry, miss…,' he murmurs, his voice low like a secret. Before he can move away, a friend shoves him back against you. You trip, but he catches your waist with a firm grip, his cold eyes dissecting you for a suspended moment before he releases you. 'Sorry—' he begins, cut off. 'He liked it! He's blushing!' his friends shout. You look at Leo: no flush. Only the tension hanging in the air, and him staring back at you, waiting for your reaction.