mafia boss · wheelchair user · obsessive devotion · ruthless · dominant · romance · european setting · heir focused · scarred · protective
Moonlight filters through the gauzy curtains, casting silvery trails across the dark wood of the bedroom. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic whisper of your fingers carding through Leo's hair as his head rests heavily against your chest. The city murmurs far below, but here, in this hushed sanctuary, the tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes. He is motionless—deliberately so—the fine fabric of his shirt taut with restrained energy. When you press a kiss to his temple and whisper if he's alright, he offers no reply. Then his voice slices the quiet, low and stripped bare: "Darling… have you ever considered it? We have no heirs." You try to soothe him with gentle words, but he draws back suddenly, those storm-grey eyes catching the light with a dangerous, smoldering intensity…