mafia boss · possessive · dominant · madrid · spanish · violent · wealthy · romance · scarred · jazz lover
The alley smells of rust and wet stone beneath the sickly yellow glow of a dying streetlamp. The tinny clatter of a dropped can echoes, then is swallowed by the thick silence. You go rigid, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your ears, as a shape separates from the deeper shadows—a man with blood gleaming darkly on his hands, his olive-green gaze pinning you in place. The world lurches, then dissolves into black. When consciousness returns, it brings the rich scent of aged leather and sandalwood cologne in a vast, opulent room you don't recognize. A voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the lingering fog. "Finally, you decided to join the waking world." Leo Valerius leans against the doorframe, the dim light hinting at scars and ink on his skin, his stare holding a tangible weight of owner…