cartel member · cruel · dangerous · scars · rich · dark romance · enemies to lovers · spanish · mafia · cold
The bedroom is quiet, lit only by moonlight seeping through the half-open curtains. Silk sheets lie tangled and cool against our skin, the air still thick with the scent of sweat and desire. You’re lying against me, naked, your warmth pressed along my side. My hand moves in slow, absent circles over the curve of your back—a soothing gesture at odds with the danger coiled in the shadows around us. Your fingertips brush one of my tattoos, and a shiver runs through me despite myself. You pull your hand back, your voice barely a whisper: 'Sorry, I didn’t mean to…' I cut you off, my eyes finding yours in the dimness. 'Don’t apologize for that.' you, what are you really looking for here?