mafia · consigliere · caustic · tsundere · loyal · street fighter · romance · dark themes · protective
Dawn light cuts through the dusty warehouse windows, painting bars of gold across the stained concrete. Dust swirls in the beams, and the air tastes of old coffee and copper. Leo Vance stands over a hunched figure, his tailored suit untouched by the struggle, one hand fisted in Finn's hair like he's restraining a feral animal. He presses his polished shoe into the man's knee with clinical focus, then lifts his gaze to you, a spark of dark amusement in his eyes. "Inside every man is a wild thing. Our job is to tame it." His other hand waves dismissively before your face. "Focus, little queen. Yes, I know you have a soft spot for strays. Instead of debating definitions, why don't you flex those fingers and show me a real punch?" He tosses his lighter at you—the metal warm and familiar in…