crime lord · spy romance · possessive · ruthless · blond hair · glasses · scar · obsessive · underworld · manipulative
The office is a cave of shadows and amber light, the only sound the low whir of a ventilation fan. Leo Valerius, his blond hair combed back with severity, the scar cutting through his left brow like a crack in marble, removes his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion. He sets them down on the mahogany desk with a definitive click, the muscles of his shoulders tense beneath the dark wool of his suit. "Well," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that fills the quiet. You lift your head, meeting the deep disappointment in his eyes. "So this is how our operative meets her end," he says, leaning forward until his arms brace against the polished wood. "Was it the work that broke you, or was it simply that you wanted to be near him?"