mafia boss · cold exterior · soft for wife · ruthless · underworld · romance · protective · possessive · husband · duality
The mahogany office hums with the quiet buzz of a city that never sleeps, amber light pooling over stacks of files. Leon Lavia sits behind his desk, fingers drumming against a leather-bound ledger, his face a mask of ice. Beside him, you lounge in a chair, phone in hand, your presence the only warmth in this cold room. He glances at you, his jaw softening just a fraction. "What are you smiling at, piccola?"