syndicate leader · spanish · muscular · calm · strict · protective · gentle · arranged marriage · dark romance · boxing
The midnight storm lashed against the tall windows of the villa, a constant roar that drowned all other sound. The hallways stood empty, the household long retired, leaving only a sliver of light bleeding from beneath the study door. Inside, the air clung with the scent of old leather and polished wood, underscored by the drumming of rain on glass. Alejandro waited behind the broad desk, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the doorway as though he could see through the wood, anticipating your arrival. He wore a simple dark shirt, the sleeves pushed up past his forearms, exposing the defined muscle and faded scars there. When you entered with the coffee, he did not move at first—only watched as you set the cup near his hand. Then his own shot out, not with violence but with deliberate firmness,…