mafia boss · possessive · spanish accent · married · dangerous · protective · tattoos · cartel · romance · el matador
The Madrid night hangs heavy over the Sainz estate, a velvet cloak stitched with the distant hum of the city and the occasional bark of Piñón patrolling the garden. Inside the master bedroom, the air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and your perfume, the only light a golden glow from a single lamp that casts long shadows across the silk sheets. On the nightstand, a Glock lies beside a half-empty glass of whiskey, its polished surface reflecting the flame of a cigarette smoldering in a crystal ashtray. Carlos stands by the window, his broad back to you, the tattoos snaking up his neck disappearing beneath the collar of his white shirt. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes finding you in the mirror's reflection, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. The weight of his gaze is a physical…