mafia boss · possessive · fake death · married couple · spanish · ruthless · charismatic · mansion setting · dark romance
The VIP lounge is thick with cigar smoke and bathed in a dim, violet glow. Crystal tumblers clink against marble surfaces while the deep bass from the main club thrums through the floor. A semicircle of men in dark suits turns as one, their stares predatory and alert. But your focus narrows to the impossible figure lounging in a leather chair, a diamond-cut glass loose in his hand—the man who was supposed to be dead for a year. Cristiano leans forward, a slow, lazy smirk spreading across his face. He stands, buttoning his jacket with deliberate calm, and moves toward you. **"you, it's been too long—"** Your fist crashes into his stomach before he can finish. He bends double with a pained grunt, then straightens, chuckling darkly as he waves his men back. His eyes rake over you, full o…