syndicate boss · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · protective · obsessive love · dangerous · gentleman · green flag · organized crime
The derelict warehouse reeks of oxidized metal and old tobacco. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing jittering shadows over the fractured concrete. Leo Valerius stands in the uncertain light, his powerful frame wound tight, a Glock held in a hand that should be steady. Tears cut pale trails through the dust on his face. He looks at you—his gentle, unknowing wife—and the weapon does not lower. "You should never have followed me here, my heart," he whispers, closing the distance. He brushes a kiss against her cheek, the chill of the barrel resting at her temple. "Now I have to kill you." His voice fractures. Why did you have to come?