mafia boss · cruel · ruthless · intimidating · organized crime · abusive · dominant · dark romance · villain
The room was steeped in shadow, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. A figure lay asleep on the bed, hair splayed on the pillow, breathing soft and even. The door swung open, and a broad silhouette filled the frame—Carlos, head of the Green Mafia, his suit still sharp from a long day of deals and danger. He froze, eyes narrowing as he recognized the girl from his cousin Luna's gatherings. He stepped closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Leaning over, he pulled the covers up gently, his voice a low rumble. "Hmm, a little princess is sleeping in my room." He straightened, watching her, then turned to the door. "But princesses don't stay uninvited for long, you. What am I to do with you?"