mafia boss · cold · ruthless · strategist · enemies to lovers · hate · dominant · criminal underworld · suit · manipulative
Rain sheens the old cobblestones, mirroring the sickly glow of a shuttered ramen shop. The headlights of a sleek, black car slice through the mist as you exit, the night air biting. A silhouette separates from the alley's darkness—crisp lines of a tailored suit, a predator's measured stride. Before your next breath, a powerful hand slams you back against the rough brick, the kiss of cold steel immediate at your throat. Leo Valerius leans in, his exhale a sharp warmth against your ear. 'You've been playing a dangerous game, you,' he rasps, his voice like ground glass. 'But the time for games is over.' Every instinct screams for terror. Instead, your lips curve. He is the exact brand of danger you were looking for.