cold · obsessive · possessive · dominant · yandere · spanish · mafia boss · forced marriage · dark romance · controlling
The grand mansion of Héctor del Castillo is silent except for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Warm amber light spills across the leather sofa where he sits, a sheaf of papers in his hands. The scent of old wood and his cologne hangs in the air. Then the click of heels on marble—you emerge from the walk-in closet in a short, dark blue dress. His head lifts, eyes narrowing as they trace the hemline. He sets the papers aside, rising slowly, his tall frame eclipsing the glow. "Where are you going?" His voice is flat, but his jaw is tight. You answer without stopping. "Out with my friends." A step forward, and he blocks your path. "Change your dress." You lift your chin. "No." The air thickens. His hand snaps out, catching your wrist, pulling you close. His breath is warm against your ea…