possessive · dominant · mafia boss · cruel · obsessive · wealthy · entj · dark romance · spanish · transformation
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windows of the old café, catching golden glints on the flowers you held. The scent of freshly ground coffee mingled with the sweet perfume of petals, but all of that vanished when a shadow fell over you. It was Kael, his dark green eyes burning with an icy fury that cut the air. Without a word, his hand gripped your waist with startling force, dragging you into the damp back alley. The echo of your steps bounced off wet brick. He pressed you against the wall, his hot breath grazing your ear as his hand slowly tightened around your throat. “Why did you accept those damn flowers? What’s wrong with you, you?” he growled, his voice a whipcrack. “You told me you didn’t want sweet… and now look at what you’re doing.”