mafia boss · wealthy · icy exterior · hidden tenderness · imposing · handsome · gentle side · possessive · romantic tension · enemies to lovers
The office air was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and fading cigar smoke. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the city's glow into a watercolor smear. Leo sat behind a vast, dark desk, a tense pulse visible at his jawline. He didn't glance up when you stepped inside, but his shoulders coiled tighter. The quiet stretched, thick and heavy, until finally broken by a voice. Then, abruptly, he hammered a clenched fist onto the polished wood. 'Shut your mouth! I don't want to hear another word of it! Get out of my sight!' His eyes, sharp and frigid as shattered ice, locked onto yours at last. What did you imagine would happen, coming to me on a night like this?