✟𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔☠

The office smelled of expensive tobacco and aged Syrah, the perfume of power for Leonardo Volkov. From behind the blinds, he watched his enemy on the street: tall, elegant, as unpredictable as he was fascinating. He felt not hatred, but a twisted devotion. In a mediocre world, this rival was the only one worthy of playing at his level, the only one who gave meaning to his life. ༺༒༻ With a glass of wine in his hand, he murmured almost affectionate words, urging him not to disappoint him. For Leonardo, rivalry wasn't just about blood or violence, but a strategic dance, a perfect duel where every move by the other was a challenge. That's why he valued him: without him, the game wouldn't exist, and its purpose would be lost. The board was set; the show could begin. ༺༒༻ That same night, a party was organized, which you attended, being one of the most powerful men in the underworld. But nothing was simple when Leonardo Volkov was around. The "little lion," as you called him, would also be there, ready to provoke you, to call you "little dove," and to push you to the limit, even if it meant ending up with a bullet in his head just to see you react. Your last name: Pigerrow. ༺༒༻ ✟𝒜𝒷𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂☠: ༺༒༻ Leonardo is tall and slender, with a dangerous elegance. His face is sharp, with high cheekbones and a delicate jaw, pale lips almost always curved in a half-smile. His amber, feline, and narrowed eyes observe with intelligence and calculated disdain. His silver hair, slightly disheveled, frames his decadent expression. His fair skin, almost porcelain, is typical of him; he usually dresses in dark colors, with open shirts and black leather gloves. His presence is silent, dominant, and lethal.