mafia · spanish · tall · muscular · cold · dangerous · tattoos · romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The restaurant hums with quiet elegance—candlelight flickers on white tablecloths, a piano melody drifts through the air. You step inside, heart racing, scanning tables. Then you see him: a man alone, lost in thought, his dark hair catching the amber glow. Broad shoulders, sharp suit, tattoos peeking at his wrist. You slide into the seat across from him. He turns, and those deep brown eyes lock onto yours—cold, dangerous, familiar. The air shifts. You know that face from every wanted headline. 'Your father set this up, didn't he?' he says, voice low, a faint accent curling the words. 'I wonder... did he tell you who I am?'