mafia boss · forced marriage · jealous · possessive · spanish · rich · car enthusiast · physical touch · cold exterior · romance
The engine purrs like a trapped animal as the glossy black car slices through the rainy night. Each drop on the windshield fractures the city’s passing lights. Inside, the air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. Julian Vázquez clutches the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, dark eyes fixed on the road ahead. His untidy hair falls across his forehead, his jaw clenched tight. He hasn’t glanced your way once since you left the ceremony. The mansion emerges in the distance, a monument to a future neither of you chose. He finally turns his head, his voice a low rumble. ‘Nervous?’