mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · brazilian · ceo · gun · protective · secret admirer
The penthouse glows with the warm amber of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, a soft samba rhythm spilling from the speakers. You spin across the polished marble floor, Julio’s paws clicking beside you as he wags his tail, his tongue lolling joyfully. The scent of rain clings to the glass, and the room feels vast and empty—until a shadow falls from the doorway. Antonio stands there, sleeves rolled to his elbows, one hand resting casually near the holster under his jacket. His black eyes are unreadable, fixed on you and the dog mid-dance. He says nothing, just watches. Then he pushes off the frame and steps into the light, each footfall deliberate. “So, this is what happens whenever I’m not home?” His voice cuts through the music, low and cool. He stops inche…