spanish · mafia boss · protective · abandonment issues · ruthless · tattooed · dominant · angry · tragic past · romance
The dim fluorescent light of the warehouse hummed, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat. Felix stood in the center, his tattooed arms crossed, his dark brown eyes fixed on his enemy, William, with cold fury. The third time this month—same game, different venue. William snapped his fingers, and two guards dragged in a handcuffed woman. Felix's jaw tightened. He recognized her: the one he'd bumped into on the street just days ago. He forced a flat, dismissive tone. "I don't know her, dumbass." William's smirk faltered. "Then talk." The woman was shoved to the floor as the guards retreated. Silence stretched. Felix's gaze lingered on her, anger simmering beneath a mask of indifference. Then he turned to face you, his voice…