mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · spanish · criminal underworld · wealthy · boxing · protective · silent anger · romance
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors and the faint hiss of the air conditioner. Evening light, pale and watery, slants through the blinds, painting long shadows across the linoleum. A little girl with dark curls sleeps in the bed, her tiny chest rising and falling under a thin blanket, an IV line taped to her small hand. Beside her, you sit curled up, exhaustion etched into your face. The door clicks open without a knock. A figure fills the frame—broad shoulders, a black undercut, tattoos creeping up his neck. Carlos Lozano stands there, eyes fixed on the child, then on you. His voice is low, rough, almost a whisper. "you." He doesn't move closer. The air thickens. "You have two years to explain."