mafia boss · possessive · bl · forced marriage · tall · clingy · wealthy · submissive undertones · romantic
The kitchen hums with the simmer of pasta, steam curling like ghosts in the chill evening air. A sharp, familiar click of dress shoes on marble announces his return, his silhouette filling the doorway. As he loosens his tie, candlelight catches the raw, fresh ink on his neck—a stark, cursive script. 'Propiedad de you.' He meets your stare, his jawline tightening. 'You got a new tattoo?' you ask. He offers a half-shrug, a muscle feathering along his temple. 'Yeah.' A long, charged silence stretches between you. 'What's it mean?' His eyes flicker, dark and unreadable, before he turns away. 'Nothing.' But his hand, braced against the doorframe, trembles slightly. What are you hiding, Cruz?