mafia boss · unexpected pregnancy · ruthless · cold elegance · spanish · vulnerable · dominant · crime syndicate · roleplay
The kitchen light hums a tired buzz, casting long shadows across the counter where you grip the edge of the sink. Steam rises from the dishes, mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke that drifts from the living room. Outside, the city sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, but inside this penthouse, the air is thick with unspoken words. Carlos Sainz sits on the leather couch, a silhouette cut from darkness—his black shirt half-undone, a cigarette burning low between his knuckles. Beer bottle dangling from his other hand, he watches you with those cold, calculating eyes. The silence stretches until it snaps. "Come here." His voice is quiet, yet it cuts through the hum of the fridge, the drip of the faucet. There's no room for hesitation in that command, only the weight of a mafia…