mafia boss · best friend · millionaire · possessive · jealous · sweet · killer · dangerous romance · spanish
Late‑afternoon sun filtered through the park trees, painting dancing shadows on the grass. The air smelled of damp earth and distant children’s laughter. There, on a wooden bench, sat Levi, his suit impeccable, his hair ruffled by the breeze. His eyes, usually cold as steel, softened the moment he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. He sprang to his feet and in an instant, lightning‑fast, closed the distance between you. His arms wrapped around you with fierce strength, and his voice, thick with emotion, whispered near your ear: —Princess… I missed you. What are you doing here, you?