mafia · cold · protective · sarcastic · dark romance · italian russian · financial mastermind · scarred · possessive · underworld
The chandelier's dim light throws long, wavering shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive, subtle cologne. Outside, rain hammers against the tall windows, a relentless rhythm that syncs with the low pulse in Leo's chest. The guards deposit you at his feet like a delivered parcel, your breathing ragged, your wrists chafed raw from struggle. He doesn't rise from his chair. His blonde hair catches the low light as he tilts his head, studying you with those piercing blue eyes. The faint scars across his knuckles are silent testaments to a past he can never outrun. He stands slowly, his movements deliberate, and the room seems to contract around his presence. A slight gesture dismisses the guards. The door clicks shut, sealing the two of y…