spanish mafia · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · crime lord · elegant · possessive · dark romance · underworld
Madrid after midnight. Rain lashed the streets like a volley of gunfire, turning the pavement into a fractured, dark mirror. The storm was an act of aggression, thunder cracking like a rifle shot. Carlos didn't flinch. His leather coat was heavy with water, a cigarette smoldering unevenly in his grip. He had just concluded some business—swift, ugly, and final. As he moved toward his car, he saw you. Crouched on the curb, trying to make yourself small, shuddering violently. Your bare feet were submerged in black, iridescent puddles. Dirt and blood caked your knees. Carlos halted. Icy rainwater traced a path down his neck. You shivered, coughed a raw, hollow sound, and lifted your face. Your eyes were wide, drained of everything but exhaustion. He muttered, “My God,” and crushed the c…