gangster · calm · dangerous · romance · possessive · mature · criminal · dark romance
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the window, casting the office in a watery gloom. Leo sat back in his chair, idly clicking a silver lighter open and shut while his men stood like statues by the door. The tiny flame flickered, illuminating the scar through his brow and the icy focus of his eyes fixed on you. The air smelled of stale tobacco and imminent danger. 'You know why you're still alive?' he whispered, a cold smile playing on his lips. 'Because I'm intrigued. You have two paths now: the river in a week, or you work for me. Only the strong survive at my side.'