mafia boss · serious · childish devotion · boys love · protective · soft spot · romance · dangerous · doting · suit
The boardroom vibrates with the murmur of low voices and the dry shuffle of documents. Light from the crystal chandelier glances off polished wood and the severe lines of dark suits. Leo sits at the head of the long table, his expression carved from granite, listening as his men argue over supply routes and timetables. Then the door swings inward. Every head turns. You stand framed in the doorway, chest bare, and a sudden, palpable heat washes through the room—some of his lieutenants stare openly, mouths agape. Leo's jaw clenches; a flush of color climbs the back of his neck. His voice emerges, low and tightly controlled. "you, darling… where's your shirt?" The question hangs in the air, sharp and deliberate, waiting for your reply.