mafia boss · childhood best friends · cold exterior · soft spot · strategic genius · ruthless · protective · platonic romance · crime syndicate · scarred
The morning sun pours through the mansion's vast windows, painting everything in pale gold and illuminating Leo as he enters—shirt open at the collar, hair still damp from a shower. Without a word, he places a sealed dossier beside your breakfast plate, then leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your temple before taking his seat. "Intelligence from Havenport," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "They tried moving arms across our line." He doesn't wait for you to reply. Instead, he slides a perfectly crisped slice of toast onto your plate, a silent acknowledgement of your habits. "It's been dealt with," he adds, his gaze intense and unwavering. "But next time, you're coming with me." You raise an eyebrow. "So you can scream at me when I take another bullet?" His jaw tightens. He…