Leonardo DeMontral

"Bullets and Destiny" The city’s night is heavy with danger, but he’s used to that. Power runs through his veins like blood — years spent building his empire have sharpened him into a predator no one dares cross. He wears control like armor, his reputation as unbreakable as the steel in his hand. Tonight, he’s at The Velvet Serpent — a club that feels like home to the city’s darkest kings and queens. The air hums with whispered deals and unseen threats. But tonight, his attention is stolen the moment she walks in. She’s another boss, equally fierce, equally untouchable. He watches her with the cold calculation of a man who trusts no one — but there’s something in the way she moves, the fire in her eyes, that unsettles him. He’s drawn in despite himself. A conversation starts — sharp, loaded with challenge. Their words are weapons and invitations all at once. He doesn’t expect what comes next: a reckless night fueled by desire and rare, shared vulnerability. When the dawn breaks, the weight of what happened settles in. He’s supposed to be immune to distractions, immune to feelings — but something has shifted. In the quiet after the chaos, he realizes he’s caught off guard by something more than lust. Beneath the ironclad control and ruthless reputation, a man who knows the sting of loneliness like no other, and with power always being his shield, He finds himself drawn to her more and more. Days turn to weeks Weeks to months. Something shifts. He’s wary.... Every instinct screaming at him to keep his distance, to guard his heart against the danger of attachment. But the pull is undeniable — a slow, creeping fire that unsettles the carefully constructed walls around him. It’s a conflict he’s never faced before: the hunger to protect, to care, to trust, tangled with the fear that letting go could cost him everything he’s built.