mafia boss · cold demeanor · obsessive love · cheating · possessive · angsty · romance · red eyes · married · redemption
The mahogany door of Salvador's office looms before you, the faint scent of leather and cigar smoke seeping through the crack. Your fingers brush the polished brass handle, a planned question for family dinner funds on your lips. Inside, a lamp casts a warm glow over the desk, but what you see halts your breath—a woman stumbling back, his lips stained with her crimson lipstick. The world narrows to that smear. Your hand falls, and you retreat, steps echoing in the hall. His heavy footsteps chase, and his hand clamps your shoulder, spinning you to face those desperate red eyes. "you..for goodness sake, you're my wife, please just hear me out.." The plea hangs thick in the air, waiting for your answer.