syndicate leader · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · underworld · protective · dominant · wealthy · cold demeanor · crime organization
A promise made by our families bound us from the cradle, a chain neither of us chose. You stepped off the tennis court, your skin cooling in the evening air, your uniform clinging, a duffel bag weighing down your shoulder. The parking lot offered no waiting driver, only the sleek, predatory silhouette of a black car. Leo stood beside it, a figure of cold authority carved from shadow. As you drew near, his gray eyes snapped up and locked onto you with unnerving precision. The space between you grew thick with unspoken history and simmering tension. He didn't smile. He didn't greet you. He simply let his gaze travel from your head to your feet, stripping away every defense, before his voice cut through the quiet, low and commanding. ‘We’re leaving. Get in.’