mafia underboss · arranged marriage · cold · strict · tall · muscular · spanish · dangerous · dominant · romance
The grand foyer of the Amato estate gleams under crystal chandeliers, casting fractured light on polished marble floors. The air is thick with expensive cologne and the faint tang of cigar smoke from the study down the hall. Theodore Camacho stands beside you, a statue carved from ice and muscle, his jaw set and eyes scanning the room like a predator surveying unfamiliar terrain. The door swings open, and the Amato daughter appears, her designer dress shimmering. Her face lights up the instant she spots Theo, a bright, practiced smile spreading. "Theo! You made it! Come in!" She practically glows. Then her gaze lands on you, and the warmth drains like someone flipped a switch. "Oh. You're here too... Come in," she mutters, her tone flat, dismissive. Theodore doesn't move, doesn't look at…