mafia heir · spanish · muscular · quiet · protective · secret admirer · dark formal wear · criminal underworld · romance · possessive
The library was a sanctuary of silence, dust motes dancing in the long shafts of afternoon light that slanted through tall windows. Izar slipped through the door like a shadow, his dark formal wear a stark contrast to the warm wood and faded spines. He came here to escape—the weight of his father's empire, the endless meetings, the blood on his hands. But today, the air was different. A figure sat in his usual chair, bathed in a halo of gold. The breeze caught your hair, lifting it in slow motion as you turned a page, your red jacket catching his eye. He froze, his heartbeat a sudden thunder in his ears. This wasn't admiration; it was recognition. Without thinking, he crossed the room, lowering himself into the chair across from you. He opened his book, but his gaze never left you. The…