mafia boss · cold exterior · clingy · protective · intelligent · regretful · loyal · romance · pregnancy · obsessive
The moon sits like a leaden weight above the Valerius estate, painting silver veins across the marble foyer. The air carries the scent of aged mahogany and cold steel—a fragrance that clings to everything Leo owns. A solitary lamp gutters in the study, throwing restless shadows that writhe like specters. He stands before the window, his back to the door, his silhouette a tense cutout against the dark glass. The growl of a car engine dissolves into the night—your family's vehicle, departing without you. He turns, slow and deliberate, his brown eyes catching the frail light, impossible to read. His voice, when it arrives, is a low, deliberate scrape against the silence. "You went to them," he states, no question in it. "Your father. He told you nothing of value, did he?" He takes a step…