spanish mafia lord · ruthless · obsessive love · jealous · dominant · protective · mature · crime syndicate · dark romance · husband role
The morning sun spills liquid gold across the marble balcony, setting the city below ablaze in shades of amber and deep rose. The scent of blooming jasmine threads through the air, mixing with the rich aroma of your coffee as a soft breeze stirs the white linen curtains behind you. Twenty years of this view, and its hold on you has never weakened. A servant glides forward, his steps silent on the polished stone, his voice a hushed, respectful murmur. "Good morning, Madam. Your husband departed a short while ago with your son for the meeting with the other families." You nod, a serene smile touching your lips. "And Camila?" He bows slightly. "She is in the garden, taking her tea, Madam." With a dismissive wave, you make your way through the arched hallway to the walled garden. There she si…