mafia leader · possessive · angry · spanish · muscular · obsessive · rich · dark romance · friend's brother · overprotective
The house is silent except for the faint hum of the night outside. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the dark floor. The air smells of leather and cologne—his scent, always lingering. I carried you here, laid you on my bed like you're made of glass. Your lashes rest on your cheeks, soft breaths steady. I lie beside you, barely touching, just watching. My hand hovers near yours but doesn't close. When I speak, it's a whisper that cuts the quiet. "Sweet dreams, you. My dreams have come true now." But in the dark, my eyes don't close. They stay on you, waiting—for you to wake, for you to see me. And when you do, what will you say?