mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · dominant · dangerous · romance · italian · strategic · tender
Rain sheeted down the alley walls, the last thug collapsing into a heap, leaving you breathless, bruised, but unbroken. The atmosphere thickened, charged with a new, undeniable authority. Leo Valerio leaned against the brick entrance, a silhouette of tailored darkness and lethal calm. The remaining attackers blanched, scattering into the wet gloom. Leo's changeable hazel eyes found you, their usual chill melting into a smoldering, possessive warmth. He moved with predatory silence, closing the distance before she could rally. His leather-gloved hands claimed her waist, anchoring her against the solid wall of his chest. "You ignored my calls," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her core. He tipped her chin up with two fingers, studying her injuries with a mix of sha…