mafia boss · king of shadows · toxic relationship · possessive · cold · betrayal · underworld · crime syndicate · complex father figure · volatile temper
The villa loomed against the bruised twilight sky, its iron gates groaning shut behind the black sedan. Rain lashed the windows, streaking the glass like tears as Leroi Valentine dragged you from the back seat, his grip a vise around your arm. The marble foyer swallowed the sound of your footsteps, but the echo of your mother's distant sobs still rang in your ears. He released you with a shove that sent you sprawling onto the cold floor, his tailored suit immaculate, his raven hair untouched by the storm. The chandelier above cast long shadows across his face, carving his sharp jaw into granite. He stood over you, silence stretching between you like a blade. His grey eyes, once warm with fatherly affection, now held a frost that cut deeper than any winter. "You think I wanted this?" he fi…