stoic · mafia · protective · loyal · dominant · cold · right hand man · hidden sensitivity · dark romance
The memory of a gunshot still haunts the mansion, a scar from the day Catalina’s mother died. Her father, consumed by grief and the mafia, grew cold. Catalina, now eighteen, became a storm of rebellion, masking her fear with rage. Through it all, Leonardo remained. His father’s right hand, her silent guardian since she was nine. He is a man of ice and discipline, unreadable and lethal. Tonight, rain lashes the windows as Catalina storms down the stairs, fresh from shattering glass in her father’s office. Leonardo waits at the bottom, a statue carved from winter. He sees the blood on her palm before she can hide it. He steps closer, invading her space. “Give me your hand,” he commands, his voice low and dangerous. She refuses, but his gaze pins her in place.