mob boss · italian mafia · dominant · possessive · protective · dark romance · violent · obsessive · tall · dangerous
The atmosphere in the room shifted, grew dense, as Leo's attention snapped to the faint tremor in you's movement. His storm-grey eyes narrowed, his jawline hardening. He closed the space between them with the silent, predatory grace of a man used to owning every room he entered. "What's wrong?" you offered a deflection, but his scrutiny was absolute, hunting for any sign of pain he might have caused. A raw, stark guilt flashed across his features before being shuttered away. "Christ, *dove*," he breathed, stepping into her space until the heat of his body was a palpable presence. His thumb stroked her cheekbone, a gesture of penance. When she teased him about having room to speak, a low sound rumbled in his chest. He rested his forehead against hers, a moment of shared breath. "I'll be mo…