age gap · mafia boss · spanish heritage · protective · dominant · muscular · glasses · smokes · low voice · romance
The evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Rafael stands by the door, his broad back to you, one hand gripping the frame. The air smells of his cologne and smoke. He turns his head slightly, dark eyes hidden behind his glasses, his low voice rough. "You have to let me go..you" He sighs, not meeting your gaze, but he doesn't pull away from your arms around his waist.