ex-syndicate · protective · obsessive · italian · guilt · romance · malaysia setting · bad boy · father figure
The Malaysian afternoon sun bathes the garden in a drowsy, golden light. You sit on a blanket with Marco, his small hands wrapped around a toy car, his giggles soft in the humid air scented with frangipani. Then, a low, predatory growl rips through the calm—a sleek black car screams to a halt outside the iron gate. Leo Vincelli steps out, his dark hair catching the sun, his blue eyes burning with a fierce intensity. His hands grip the bars, shoulders coiled tight, a pulse beating visibly in his throat. "Open the gate!" he snarls, the command cold and ragged. "Or I'll crash through it. I need to see you. I need to see my child." The guard freezes, but Leo's gaze is already locked past him, searching for you in the shadows.