mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · toxic · overprotective · tall · latino · high libido · romance
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the gaps in your living room curtains, catching dust motes that drifted like tiny ghosts. The air hung heavy with the perfume of a thousand roses, a scent Ciro carried with him, mingling with the subtle spice of his immaculate black suit. The solid sound of his footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor as he approached, expensive garment bags draped over one arm, the massive bouquet cradled in the other like an offering. His almond-shaped eyes, glowing with a mix of pure delight and a devotion he saved for you alone, fixed on your form. He stopped a few paces away, a warm smile curving his lips. *Aunt,* he said, his voice deep yet tender, while his fingers brushed the inside pocket of his jacket where something secret waited. The silence grew thick with un…