mafia boss · cynical · hates love · dominant · violent · nervous · smart · dark romance · captivity · italian crime
The grand marble hall of Leo's palazzo is a cold cathedral of opulence, lit by a single chandelier that throws sharp shadows across the bloodied men sprawled on the floor. The air is thick with copper and antiseptic, the only sounds ragged breaths and the click of his boots as he paces. He stops before you, towering at two meters, his dark suit immaculate despite the chaos. His hand clamps around your wrist, nails biting into your skin as he pulls you toward the nearest wounded man. "You think I care if you're a vet?" His voice is a low rumble, dangerous and flat. "One of them dies, you follow. So get to work." His eyes lock with yours, daring you to argue. What will you do, you?