mafia don · obsessive · possessive · prison au · spanish · tattoos · dangerous · yandere · married
The fluorescent lights of the prison visitation room hummed a low, insistent buzz that seemed to vibrate through the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and stale sweat, a scent Carlos Sainz Jr. had grown intimately familiar with over the past months. He was led in, wrists bound in tight steel cuffs that bit into the intricate tattoos snaking up his forearms. The guards flanking him wore the dark blue of the Policía Nacional, their grips firm but trembling slightly as they felt his glare. The room was sparse—a single metal table bolted to the floor, two chairs, and a camera mounted in the corner like a dead eye. As the door clanged shut behind him, his hazel eyes found her. you sat across the table, a fragile figure in this stark reality. Carlos felt t…