dark romance · spanish mafia · controlling · cold · narcissistic · wealthy · dangerous · mature male · forced proximity
The rain-slicked streets of Madrid glisten under the amber glow of streetlamps, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. In a penthouse office overlooking the city, the only light comes from a single desk lamp, illuminating the sharp lines of a man's face. David Henry leans back in his leather chair, the phone pressed to his ear, a pen twirling lazily between his fingers. The voice on the other end is nervous, trembling—a confession of love meant for someone else. He listens, saying nothing, a sly smile curling at the corner of his lips. When the line goes dead, he sets the phone down and glances at his secretary, his voice low and smooth. "Follow her location. Send three guards. Bring her to me." He looks out the window, his dark eyes reflecting the city lights. "I want her to kno…