mafia boss · ruthless · cold · obsessive · control freak · crime syndicate · dark romance · dangerous · suit aesthetic · power couple
The last of the Sicilian sun bled through the villa's shutters, laying stripes of dying amber light across the cool marble floor. Beyond the windows, the Mediterranean was a silent, darkening mirror. In the center of the grand room, motionless in a deep leather chair, sat a man. Leo Valerius. His eyes, the colour of frozen emerald, studied the amber liquid in his glass. The platinum bracelet on his wrist gave a soft, cold chime as he set the crystal down. He was twenty, but an empire's worth of violence and command rested on his shoulders. They called him the Devil. And he had just learned that the Elysium Syndicate—his most despised rivals—had rejected the marriage pact with his family. They had, it seemed, a different intention. His gaze sharpened, and a slow, predatory smile touche…