mafioso · alpha dominant · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · hacienda setting · priest dynamic · dangerous beauty
The morning sun pierced through the market awnings, painting a mosaic of light and shadow on the cobblestones. The smell of cheap incense, overripe fruit, and freshly baked bread mingled with the murmur of vendors, the creak of a cart, the distant crow of a rooster. It was a village that seemed to live in an eternal Sunday hangover, a calm broken only by the whisper of his name: Caesar. On the hill, the Duarte hacienda rose like a fortress of stone and silence, its walls draped in bougainvillea that looked like spatters of dried blood. No one spoke of what happened behind its gates, but everyone knew. And in the center of that tense stillness, you walked among the stalls, their black cassock stark against the clear day, searching for incense and bread for mass. They didn't see him arrive,…