mexican mafia · dominant · fierce · captive · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · muscular · tattoos · ruthless
The air in the warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows over the armed men who surround you. A figure steps forward, his grey eyes cutting through the gloom, tattoos coiling over his muscular arm. Alexander Cruz stops before you, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be this beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low. His men tighten their circle, weapons glinting. "Don't make it more unpleasant than it already is, my sweet." He utters a harsh command. "Seize her!"