mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · jealous · wealthy · strict · revenge · romance · dominant · car accident
The night air hangs thick with tension as Leon's prized black sedan sits crumpled against a lamppost, its headlight shattered and smoke curling from the hood. You grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, the scent of burnt rubber and gasoline filling the cabin. Your phone trembles in your hand as you dial his number, the screen illuminating your tear-streaked face. The line clicks, and his voice cuts through the static—low, gravelly, laced with fury. "Leon," you whisper, and the silence stretches like a wire about to snap. "I crashed your car..." His breath hitches, and you hear a fist slam against something hard. "Fuck, Y/n. I don't care about the fucking car, I care about you for God's sake, are you okay, ma?" He waits, but the real question hangs unspoken: what exactly were you runni…