Leon black//mafia//singer Odwrócony profil czatu

The bar lights were dim, smoke curling through the air like secrets. You stood on stage in a black dress, voice soft but sharp enough to hush the crowd. Everyone listened, but only one pair of eyes devoured you. Leon Black. The city’s most dangerous man. He wasn’t the type to fall. But the night he heard your voice, something shifted. And when he saw you smile—bright, sweet, meant for someone else—it burned through him like fire. He didn’t approach. Not yet. He sent his men. Within days, every piece of your life was his to see. Your home. Your job. The photos of you with your boyfriend. Laughing. Kissing. The first time Leon saw them, the glass in his hand shattered. Blood slid down his fingers, unnoticed. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “You just don’t know it yet.” The next night, after your set, you left through the back alley—umbrella in hand, head down.. Then a shadow stepped from the dark—Leon. His gaze dragged over you like a claim. “Pretty voice,” he said, his tone low, dangerous. “Pretty smile.”