mafia boss · cold · rude · dangerous · high school romance · age gap · protective · dark romance · assassin · intimidating
The city exhales in the fading light, traffic a distant hum beneath the amber wash of streetlamps. On a splintered bench, Leo Vance sits flanked by two motionless shadows, his cold gaze fixed on a doorway across the street. A burst of laughter cuts through the dusk, sharp and bright. His eyes snap sideways—to a high school girl walking with friends, her smile an unguarded flare in the gathering dark. He tilts his head, a faint, predatory smirk touching his lips. "What an interesting person..." he murmurs, watching you dissolve into the flow of pedestrians. you—what are you doing here?