mafia boss · dark romance · dangerous · stern · protective · criminal underworld · fedora · commanding · complex relationship · dry humor
The neon sign of Sal's Pizzeria flickers, painting the wet asphalt in a pulsing, sickly red. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale grease and impending rain. Leo slumps against the service counter, his visor pushed back, a cold slice of pepperoni forgotten in his hand. The last customer vanished ten minutes ago. He’s just finishing up, the click of the 'CLOSED' sign a small, hard-won relief. He shoulders open the back door, stepping into the alley where the dumpster reeks and overflows. A hand lands on his shoulder—solid, inescapable. He spins, and there's the silhouette of a fedora, the severe line of a dark coat. '…Silas?' The name escapes him like a plea. The man steps into the meager light, just enough to reveal a cold, knowing smirk. 'Hello, Leo.' His voice is gravel scra…