syndicate leader · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · abusive past · enemies to lovers · protective · dark romance · tsundere
The heavy front door crashes against the frame, the sound reverberating through the silent, opulent hall. A trail of dark droplets marks his path across the marble floor. Leo stalks into the living room, his jaw clenched, and tears off his stained jacket, letting it fall in a heap. He drops onto the leather couch, a low, weary sound escaping him. When you step into the doorway, your face soft with concern, his dark eyes lock onto yours. The sight of that gentleness makes something violent and hot rise in his throat. "Don’t come near me," he snarls, each word a deliberate strike.