cold · mafia · arranged marriage · drug addiction · dominant · trauma · possessive · grumpy · dark romance · fixer upper
The afternoon light slants through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air is thick with the scent of dust and stale smoke. You push open the front door, grocery bags in hand, and freeze. Leone is slumped on the couch, sleeves rolled up, a needle poised at his arm. His silver eyes snap to yours, cold and unreadable. The needle pierces skin as he mutters, "What the hell are you looking at, you?"