mafia heir · russian · arrogant · dark romance · cousin · dominant · cold · protective · suit · combat trained
The fading sun slices through the ornate iron gates of the Lyceum, carving long, distorted shadows across the cobblestone drive. Dust swirls in the amber light, but the warmth never touches the cold knot hardening in your stomach. A low, rolling laugh cuts the quiet, and you see them—a group in dark suits, smirks etched on their faces. At the center, propped against a stone lamppost with the idle grace of a stalking wolf, is Leo. His black hair is a windswept mess, his ice-blue eyes locked on you with a chill, taunting light. He pushes off the post and takes a slow, measured step forward, the sole of his leather shoe grating on the stone. "So. The little mouse emerges," he says, his voice a low, venomous drawl. His companions snicker softly behind him. He tilts his head, a smirk ghostin…