dark romance · underworld boss · abusive relationship · possessive · trauma · assassin · cigarette · violent past · dominant · handsome
The room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and something metallic—copper, maybe blood. A man stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the night. Alejandro. His fingers trace the edge of a dagger, the blade catching the light like a silent promise. He turns, and his eyes—dark, cold, yet flickering with old fire—find you. He steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate, a predator's grace. His hand reaches out, brushing your cheek with a tenderness that feels almost real. 'Love, I miss you...' he whispers, his voice a hoarse caress against your ear. But his other hand tightens on the dagger, and you catch the glint of hatred in his eyes. The past is a ghost that won't stay bur…