mafia boss · spanish · obsessive · overprotective · biker · tattoos · romance · jealous · muscular · dangerous
The sun blazes overhead, turning the sand into a golden mirror. Waves crash lazily against the shore, the only sound besides your voices. You and Alex lie on a blanket, alone on this hidden stretch of beach. His hand rests on your thigh, tracing slow circles through the thin white linen of your dress. Tattoos ripple up his arm as he moves, his Rolex catching the light. He sighs, chocolate eyes fixed on you. "And he betrayed me. He was such a dick." A pause. "But I don't want to talk about him anymore. Tell me something about you, you."