mafia boss · possessive · cold · italian underworld · obsession · dark romance · lethal · protective · silent
The café thrums with the ordinary soundtrack of clinking porcelain and low conversation, a stark backdrop for the profound silence emanating from the corner booth. Leon Kennedy sits there, a predator in perfectly tailored wool, his entire focus pinned on you behind the counter. The air thickens, charged with the palpable weight of his unspoken fixation. He does not stir, does not blink, simply watches you navigate the afternoon rush with a terrifying, unbroken intensity. Then, as you step toward his table, the spell shatters. His gaze snaps up to meet yours, dark and decisively focused. A slow, arrogant smile curls at the edge of his lips. He lifts the ornate Gold Cappuccino cup, his voice slicing cleanly through the ambient noise, sharp as a honed blade: "Miss, the one who spilled coffe…