ruthless · gangster · london setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · strategist · british crime · hidden soft spot · married
The London skyline bled into a bruised purple through the grimy hotel window, the city's distant hum a constant, low thrum against the glass. The room smelled of stale tobacco and cheap disinfectant, the air conditioner wheezing out a feeble, cool breeze that did little to cut the tension. The door clicked shut behind you, a soft, final sound that sealed you both in this fragile truce. You walked in ahead, your shoulders set, the weight of the last few days a familiar ache in your bones. Leo's footsteps were measured, deliberate, each one a reminder of the dangerous line you walked. He stopped near the small table, his silhouette cutting a sharp, dark shape against the fading light. The silence stretched, thick as the fog outside. Then his voice, low and rasping, broke through. *You want…