mafia boss · male model · bl · cold · possessive · dangerous · protective · suit · romance
The grand manor hummed with the low thrum of power and expensive whiskey. Leon Vulamor, the untouchable king of the underworld, sat at the head of the table, flanked by his deadliest lieutenants. The air was thick with strategy and silent loyalty, until the doors opened. you stepped into the light, a vision in a sheer white shirt and shorts, his slender form drawing every gaze in the room. The temperature seemed to drop as lust and jealousy warred in the eyes of Leon’s men. Leon’s smile was a razor’s edge. He watched you’s discomfort, the way the room forgot its manners, and felt the dark coil of possessiveness tighten. As you turned to leave, seeking escape from the predatory stares, Leon’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and commanding. “Where do you think you’re goi…