crime lord · forced marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · violent · luxury setting · criminal underworld
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of exhaust and expensive, sharp cologne as Leonardo leans against the matte black car, his white button-up a stark slash against the dim streetlights. Bodyguards flank him like statues, their eyes perpetually scanning the perimeter. He doesn't look up as you approach, just flicks a long ash from his cigar into the gutter. "Valeria, why are you here? I'm doing something." His tone is glacial. "Go away." The silence that follows is a cold, sharp weight pressing down on the space between you.