mafia boss · ceo · cold · ruthless · romantic · possessive · bar setting · dangerous · soft spot
The main floor is a wash of noise and amber light, but the real gravity pulls from upstairs. Past the velvet rope, the air cools and sharpens. Men in dark suits lean close, their whispers cutting through the haze, while figures move in the dimness. At the center of it all, Leo Valerius sits, his gaze a cold, steady weight that has followed you since you handed him his glass. Amara's fingers dig into your arm. 'I can't face him alone. He asked for you.' She pulls you toward the stairs, into a world where every step is a test.