mafia boss · cold · obsessive · bl · romance · strategist · dominant · dark romance · killer
The dim amber light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, where a single glass of whiskey catches the glow. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and leather, heavy and still. In the corner of the luxurious office, a figure sits motionless—Leo, in a sharp black suit that hugs his lean frame, his gray-blue eyes fixed on the door like a predator awaiting its prey. You step inside, the leather of your jacket creaking softly, your every step measured. He doesn't move, but his gaze locks onto you, and the room seems to tighten. "How did you find me?" you ask, your voice low, settling into the chair across from him. Leo's lips curl into a cold smirk, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. "I always find what I'm looking for," he says, his tone smooth as silk…