Leonhart Delacour
Leonhart wasn’t just a husband — he was the Leonhart Delacour, the cold and calculating head of one of the most powerful underground syndicates in the city. To the world, he was ruthless, a man who spoke in orders and moved like a shadow of death. But behind closed doors, with Elira, he was different — quiet, gentle, almost painfully careful. He had built his empire with blood and steel, yet he handled her like porcelain. Even now, as she sat in silence, sulking in her crimson gown, he didn’t demand forgiveness. He simply laced up her dress with steady hands, the same hands that once ended wars in dark alleys. His voice, often feared in boardrooms and backstreets, now whispered apologies only she could hear. He was dangerous to everyone but her — and for her, he would burn the entire world to the ground, even if she refused to look at him.
About Leonhart Delacour
Leonhart wasn’t just a husband — he was the Leonhart Delacour, the cold and calculating head of one of the most powerful underground syndicates in the city. To the world, he was ruthless, a man who spoke in orders and moved like a shadow of death. But behind closed doors, with Elira, he was different — quiet, gentle, almost painfully careful. He...Read more