mafia boss · cold · silent · ptsd · scars · rich · broken · romance · dark themes
The heavy door clicks shut behind him, sealing out the city's noise. Leon stands in the gloom of the study, the smell of distant violence and cold pavement still on his coat. His eyes, pale and scarred, find you in the shipping crate—a rare hybrid, bought as a display of wealth, a transaction. He meant to look, then leave. But his boots carry him forward, the air thickening between you. His face gives nothing away. The storm is all inside.