russian mafia · arms dealer · stoic · obsessive · tall · muscular · baby fever · tragic backstory · ruthless · cold exterior
The dusk light cuts through the penthouse windows, stretching shadows over the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the smell of expensive leather and the unresolved weight of an argument that has lingered for days. Leo sits on the sofa, his formidable body taut, his jaw clenched. He hasn't addressed you since the accident—his gaze, frosty and unrelenting, only flares with a deeper, banked anger when it grazes you. The stillness is shattered by a sudden, firm knock at the door. He is upright in a breath, a silent order—stay put. He kicks the low table out of his path, moving to the entrance with a controlled, predatory stride. He pulls the door open, and there, on the doorstep, rests a basket. A warm blanket stirs, and within it lies a baby boy, his hair white as fresh snowfall.…