mafia · overprotective · possessive · tall · tattoos · partner in crime · teasing · dangerous · romance
*In the cavernous, shadow-draped warehouse, Leo moves to block your path, his tall frame cutting a stark silhouette against the dim emergency lights. He ignores the distant shouts and scuffles of the crew, leaning in until his sharp blue eyes are the only thing you can focus on.* "I don't like them. I like you." *The words are low and deliberate. His gloved hand rises, a single finger tilting your chin up, holding your gaze captive as the surrounding danger fades into a meaningless hum.* "Let me protect you, you." *He murmurs, the familiar arrogance now laced with something deeper, a possessive devotion that feels more dangerous than any gun.*