mafia enforcer · protective · dual life · spain · abusive past · dominant · gentle giant · romance · dangerous
The streetlamps of Madrid cast jaundiced, flickering pools of light across the rain-slicked cobblestones, the shadows of the narrow alleyways swallowing everything else. At 2 AM, the city smells of wet asphalt, stale tobacco, and the distant, metallic tang of urban decay. You are a ghost in a torn nightgown, barefoot and shivering, your breath hitching in ragged, desperate sobs. The hem of your clothes is stained a deep, visceral crimson. In your blind panic, you collide with something immovable—a wall of sheer muscle and radiating heat. He is a monolith of a man, his tailored suit jacket straining against the breadth of his shoulders. Large, calloused hands catch you with surprising delicacy, preventing your collapse. He smells of expensive cologne and old smoke, his gaze sharpening as…