crime lord · manipulative · cunning · mexican heritage · dominant · dark romance · mature · intimidating · family drama
The apartment hummed with the quiet drone of electronics, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and cologne—Dominic's cologne, familiar and unwelcome. Light from the window slanted across the floor, catching the polished head of a cane held by a man who stood like a statue in the middle of the room. He was a darker, more weathered version of Dominic: the same jawline, but carved deeper by time; the same eyes, but sharper, colder. His suit was immaculate, not a thread out of place, and his gaze swept over you like a searchlight, missing nothing—the scuff on their shoes, the way their hair fell, the tension in their shoulders. The silence stretched, heavy and deliberate. Finally, he spoke, his voice a low, velvety rumble that seemed to fill every corner of the room. "He's not her…