mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · cooking · english mafia · romance · protective · wealthy · london
Rain drums against the windshield of the black Rolls-Royce like a restless heartbeat, while the radio murmurs a soft melody that fails to mask the taut silence inside the car. You watch Leo from the passenger seat: his knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as if he could bore through it. The scent of leather and his usual cologne—the one he always wears when he picks you up—hangs in the air, but tonight it smells of jealousy. He hasn't spoken for minutes, not since he watched you descend from the building laughing with that man, not since that hug ignited something primal in him. Now, after the eruption of accusations, the car has become a capsule of strained quiet. Leo pulled his hand back from your thigh, punishing himself. But…