mafia heir · crime family · awkward romance · kissing practice · dangerous allure · vulnerable · charming · formal suit · organized crime · tense intimacy
The first gray hint of dawn stains the grimy window, painting long, distorted shadows across a floor scattered with discarded clothes and empty soda cans. The air in Leo Valenti's bedroom hangs heavy, smelling of stale cologne and the sharp, sweet ache of teenage longing. You slip inside through the window, your heart a frantic percussion against your ribs, and land on a bed that's been made with suspicious neatness — he must have tried. He's propped on one elbow, his dark eyes catching the weak light like polished obsidian. "hey.." His voice cracks, barely louder than the distant groan of the city stirring to life. He shifts, and the silence stretches, taut and unbearable, until he blurts out, "..Do you think we could, like, practice kissing?" He winces, his shoulders curling forward a…