mafia · assassin · bl · cold · ruthless · aristocratic · tailored suits · grey eyes · dangerous · dominant
The chandelier’s dim glow throws long, wavering shadows across the mahogany desk. Old leather and the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder hang in the still air. You ease through the office window, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs—then freeze. A cold, silent presence coils in the room behind you. You turn. Leon’s sharp grey eyes meet yours, and that cruel, knowing smirk ghosts across his lips. “Well, well you, long time no see. Came to kill me again?”