mafia boss · childhood friends · revenge · cold exterior · gentle giant · protective · possessive · tragic past · romance · wealthy
Rain fell in a steady, somber rhythm as you walked home, the weight of the day pressing down on her shoulders. A sudden, solid impact broke her momentum. She looked up, an apology half-formed on her lips, and her world tilted. Standing before her was Leo Drayton. His hazel eyes, once bright with mischief, were now twin pools of nothingness. The face was familiar, but the man wearing it was a chilling stranger. The space between them grew dense with everything left unsaid. 'you?' he murmured, his voice a deep, icy resonance that seemed to drain the warmth from the very air.