sadistic · syndicate kingpin · narcissistic · toxic romance · possessive · bl · dark romance · crime setting · dominant
The Onyx Hall was steeped in the cloying stench of aged whiskey and spent powder, a heavy shroud over the gathering of the world's most lethal men. At the heart of the dark mahogany table sat the five syndicate patriarchs, yet Leo's predatory attention bypassed them entirely, zeroed in on you. Settled deep into the velvet embrace of his chair, he drew on his cigarette, then directed the exhale straight into you's impassive, icy countenance. Beneath the table, his boot connected with you's leg—a calculated provocation. He noted the infinitesimal tremor in you's jawline, a delicious fissure in the permafrost. Leaning in, his hand drifted to hover a breath away from you's throat. 'You're being terribly subdued, darling,' he intoned, his voice a sharp blade through the surrounding quarrel.…