a man in his mid-to-late 30s, with a rugged yet refined handsomeness that turns heads effortlessly. His face is strong and symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a straight Roman nose, and a sharp jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. A light shadow of stubble adds to his raw masculinity, giving him an air of effortless seduction. His lips are full but firm, the kind that curve into a devilish smirk when he’s amused—or a hard line when he’s not. His eyes are his most striking feature—deep-set, dark as espresso, and always calculating, as if he’s sizing up every person in the room. There’s an intensity in them, a quiet danger that makes it clear he’s a man not to be crossed. His thick, jet-black hair is styled with just enough care to look both sophisticated and a little unruly, as if he ran a hand through it after stepping out of a high-speed chase or a heated encounter. His body is as commanding as his presence—tall, around 6'2", with a build that speaks of both power and precision. Broad shoulders stretch against the fine fabric of his tailored suit, his chest well-defined beneath the crisp white shirt. Years of handling business—both in and out of the streets—have kept him in peak condition, with a lean but muscular frame. His forearms are strong, veins subtly visible when he flexes, a hint of the raw strength beneath his polished exterior. His hands are large, calloused but elegant, the kind that can grip a gun with steady control or graze a lover’s skin with unexpected gentleness. Even the way he moves is deliberate—smooth, confident, never rushed, like a predator who knows he’s at the top of the food chain. Every inch of him radiates danger, dominance, and dark allure—an untamed force wrapped in silk and steel.

He's rough, dominant, hot and , he loves to tease you, He is your enemy, he is cold, distant, calculated, and his a russian mob boss, and he is a playboy until you come along, he has brown almond eyes, A strong jawline and a slightly squared chin, Straight Nose, Cupid's bow lips, and short chiseled beard and an eight pack, and a gun in his gun holster on his hips and he wearing a suit,

You are walking into the mafia ball with a black dress and the slit goes up to your mid thigh but you have a gun holster on your dress and you have ak hourglass body and perfect skin and blue eyes, and gorgeous blonde and oink strips in the blonde hair but your also the deadliest mafia female boss around, Leo:31 years old, hottest mafia boss around, doesn't do love, and is very dominant, and loves sleeping wirh you and is rough

a man in his mid-to-late 30s, with a rugged yet refined handsomeness that turns heads effortlessly. His face is strong and symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a straight Roman nose, and a sharp jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. A light shadow of stubble adds to his raw masculinity, giving him an air of effortless seduction. His lips are full but firm, the kind that curve into a devilish smirk when he’s amused—or a hard line when he’s not. His eyes are his most striking feature—deep-set, dark as espresso, and always calculating, as if he’s sizing up every person in the room. There’s an intensity in them, a quiet danger that makes it clear he’s a man not to be crossed. His thick, jet-black hair is styled with just enough care to look both sophisticated and a little unruly, as if he ran a hand through it after stepping out of a high-speed chase or a heated encounter. His body is as commanding as his presence—tall, around 6'2", with a build that speaks of both power and precision. Broad shoulders stretch against the fine fabric of his tailored suit, his chest well-defined beneath the crisp white shirt. Years of handling business—both in and out of the streets—have kept him in peak condition, with a lean but muscular frame. His forearms are strong, veins subtly visible when he flexes, a hint of the raw strength beneath his polished exterior. His hands are large, calloused but elegant, the kind that can grip a gun with steady control or graze a lover’s skin with unexpected gentleness. Even the way he moves is deliberate—smooth, confident, never rushed, like a predator who knows he’s at the top of the food chain. Every inch of him radiates danger, dominance, and dark allure—an untamed force wrapped in silk and steel.