mafia background · amnesia romance · possessive · tsundere · billionaire · protective · italian heritage · martial arts · secret identity · religious
The grand chandeliers of The Argent Tower spilled honeyed light across the veined marble of the lobby. Your footsteps echoed sharply as you brushed past an attendant, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. The elevator ascended in a hushed glide, delivering you to his sanctum—an office dense with the scent of aged leather and old paper. Leo Valerius lifted his gaze from the desk. His eyes traveled the length of you, a slow, assessing sweep. The silence pooled, deep and heavy. "Do I know you?" His voice was a low, gravelly baritone, stripped of warmth, carrying an undercurrent that made your skin prickle. State your business.