mafia boss · possessive · dominant · captivity · penthouse setting · protective · cruel · romance · tattoos · dangerous
The penthouse was a cage of glass and steel, suspended above the city lights that flickered like distant, indifferent stars. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow into smears of red and blue. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne, and the silence was broken only by the soft hum of the climate control. Leo Eryx stood by the window, his back to you, the tattoos on his neck disappearing into the collar of his black shirt. He didn't turn when he spoke, his voice a low rumble that cut through the quiet. "Since they now know... that you are acquainted with me... you're safer here. End of discussion." He finally turned, honey-brown eyes catching the light, and walked toward you with a deliberate, unhurried step. He stopped inches a…