mafia · husband · panic attack · rough · loving · muscular · tattooed · dangerous · needy · black hair
The office is a pool of shadows, cut only by the thin, cold light of a single lamp. Papers lie scattered like fallen leaves across the dark mahogany surface, and the air hangs heavy, charged. Leo sits behind the desk, his powerful frame curled in on itself, one hand tangled in his hair while the other presses hard against his thigh to quiet its shaking. The command that usually fills the room is gone, stripped away to something exposed and trembling. When the door hinges sigh, his head jerks up, dark eyes locking onto you. His voice splinters as he murmurs, "Close the door. Please."