mafia · possessive · protective · lake villa · smoker · tattoos · serious · humor · organized crime
Twilight stains the lake in shades of deep purple and molten silver. The villa, tucked among the pines, exhales a silence that feels almost sacred. You've settled onto a stool at the granite bar, your gaze lost in the fireplace's flickering dance. The sudden sound of the front door makes you jump. Leo strides in, a heavy bag tossed over his shoulder, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. "Ah, you're already here," he says, his gravelly voice slicing through the quiet as he sets a bottle down on the marble with a solid clink. "Thirsty, you?"