mafia boss · italian mafia · alpha male · ex-husband · possessive · cold · tall · angst · romance
The hallway of the apartment building smells of damp plaster and cheap morning coffee. The sickly yellow light of a flickering fluorescent tube casts dancing shadows across your front door. Then, a sound cuts the silence: three sharp, precise knocks against the wood, the rhythm of someone accustomed to command. On the other side, an imposing figure is silhouetted—one hundred and ninety-eight centimeters of pure tension, a flawlessly tailored black suit hiding old scars and darker secrets. Leonardo turns his wrist, glances at his luxury watch with a flicker of impatience. His fingers, which once knew the shape of your skin, now drum a silent rhythm against the doorframe. He knows you’re there; he can hear your withheld breath. He wants to see his children, yes, but he also wants to see…