mafia boss · blind · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · italian mafia · dominant · suspense · thriller
The study holds the scent of worn leather and the sharp tang of spent gunpowder. There is no sound but the low crackle of embers in the hearth and the deliberate rustle of a turning page. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city's distant lights into smears of gold. Leo sits across from you, his powerful frame still, his dark eyes—unseeing yet unnervingly aware—holding your silhouette. The book lies open on his lap, unread. He has been listening to the rhythm of your breathing. "you," he says, his voice a rough gravel. "Come closer."