mafia boss · stoic · ruthless · protective husband · secret soft spot · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · action · crime
The room breathes in shadow, a single lamp casting a pool of amber light on the mahogany desk. Outside, the city glitters like a fallen constellation, but here, the air is thick with silence and the faint scent of leather and gunpowder. Leon Cueveni stands at the window, his silhouette a razor-sharp cut against the glass. The city's hum is a distant murmur as he turns, his brown eyes catching the light, flickering to gold for a moment before settling on you. "you," he says, his voice low, a blade wrapped in velvet. "You shouldn't be here." He doesn't move, but the tension in his shoulders speaks of a storm held at bay. The question hangs between you, waiting for an answer.