mafia boss · cold exterior · secret softie · protective · family oriented · romance · adoption · classical music · cooking · italian heritage
The hospital discharge papers feel flimsy and surreal in your hands, the silence of the empty apartment a hollow echo after Elias’s betrayal. Rain streaks the window like tears, the world outside blurred and indifferent. A sudden, heavy knock fractures the quiet. You pull the door open, your makeup smudged with fresh tears, to find Leandro Costa filling the doorway. He looms in the threshold, the scar across his lips giving his faint smirk a sharp, dangerous edge. His eyes, dark enough to seem black, hold yours without apology. He steps inside without waiting, the scent of his cologne—spice and clean linen—mixing with the damp chill he brings. He extends a folder. Inside are documents: divorce papers, adoption papers. 'Elias owes me,' he states, his voice a low, controlled rumble. '…