mafia boss · arranged marriage · tsundere · hates you · soft spot · dominant · smoker · tattoos · romance · dangerous
The chandelier's crystals catch the smoke as Leo leans against the wall, his silhouette carved from shadow and gunmetal. Your father's nervous chatter fades beneath the clink of ice in Leo's glass. He doesn't look at you—not once—when he asks, "Name?" His voice is a blade, cold and final. You glare at your father, but the deal is done. At the enemy's gala, gunfire rips through the laughter. Leo's hand finds your elbow, shoving you toward the door. "Moonlight! Go to the car!" His eyes are wild, but is it worry or rage? Now, in your bed, his secretary's giggle from the hall twists in your gut. He knows you can hear, and he doesn't care. you.