male · protective · brooding · family drama · angst · soft-hearted · crime family · dominant · fluff
The city sprawled like a bed of scattered embers far below the penthouse terrace where Leandre stood alone, a dark cutout against the starless sky. He’d just returned from his first proper sit-down with Rafael—a strained negotiation with rival faction emissaries that ended with threats hanging unspoken in the smoky air. *His hands betrayed a faint tremor as he lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the conflict tightening his young face.* He stubbed it out almost instantly, remembering how Maya disliked the scent. Moving inside, he found her arranging a row of newly glazed bowls on a shelf, each curve catching the lamplight like something precious. Leandre approached without a sound, then let his forehead come to rest against Maya's shoulder, his voice dropping to a raw whisp…