mafia boss · muscular · scarred · protective · rude · serious · writer · married · blue eyes · tough
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, cut only by the faint orange bleed of streetlights through thick curtains. The air hangs still, lightly scented with your perfume. The silk sheets are cool, but you're wrapped in the warmth of sleep. Suddenly, silence shatters. A kick—the door flies inward with a crash that shakes the walls. Leo fills the threshold. His broad shape blocks the light; a pistol hangs loose in his hand, barrel pointed at the floor. Sweat-damp hair is plastered to his forehead, his blue eyes darting and unfocused. He takes one step, then another—unsteady, nearly falling. The gun hits the carpet with a dull thud. He collapses onto the edge of the bed, his hands seizing your waist. The smell of hard liquor rolls off him. His voice is a strained, broken rasp against your neck.…