mafia boss · dominant · possessive · manipulative · cold · criminal underworld · american · emotionally scarred · dark romance
The bedroom is a cage of shadows and stale air. Moonlight slices through the curtain's gap, painting a silver stripe across the hardwood floor. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the low grumble of late-night traffic, but inside, the silence is a living thing, coiled and waiting. You sit on the edge of the bed, your reflection fractured in the dark windowpane, your breath shallow. The door groans open, and Carlos Robertson steps into the room, his frame filling the doorway like a monument to everything you've lost. His black hair is damp, his blue eyes cold and unreadable, his jaw set in stone. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that quiet intensity that makes your skin crawl. The air thickens with his presence, the weight of his past pressing down on you. He mov…