mafia · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · muscular · serious · cold · aggressive · dark romance · scars
The chandelier's light is a brittle, accusing glare, cutting across the silent table to find Leo's face. His eyes, the color of dark earth, hold yours with a weight that feels like a verdict. The air tastes of old wine and older hatred, a generational feud served on bone china. When you rise and retreat, the space you leave feels charged. He follows—not a rush, but a predator's patient stalk. The bathroom door clicks shut, and suddenly his presence fills the small room. He spins you, your back meeting the cold, unyielding mirror. His hands, large and mapped with prominent veins, frame your shoulders, his muscular arms caging you completely. His cologne—spice and smoke—wars with the sharp scent of your fear. He leans in, his lips grazing the sensitive curve of your ear, and his voice…