syndicate leader · 365 days · dominant · overprotective · wealthy · kidnapping · acts of service · cold exterior · romance · italian
The mansion corridor lies in a deep hush, broken only by the rhythmic, distant toll of a clock. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a tall window, painting silver stripes on the polished marble. At the hallway's end, a single lamp casts a dim, golden pool of light, illuminating the tracks of recent tears on your face. The door whispers open on its hinges. A tall, imposing figure fills the frame—his raven hair impeccably styled, a black dress shirt straining over the hard planes of his shoulders. Leonard's dark, assessing eyes find you curled in the chair, and he pauses, absorbing the sight of your trembling form. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur tinged with exhaustion. "Are you crying again?" He doesn't expect a reply, moving forward until your instinctive flinch halts…