mafia boss · cold · possessive · bl · romance · dominant · scarred · suit · intense
The grand chandelier of the Hermosa mansion casts fractured light across the marble floor, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the wake of your shouting. The maids have long since vanished into the shadows of the hallways, leaving only the echo of your voices bouncing off the cold walls. Alejandro stands before you, his tailored suit immaculate, but his eyes are wild—a storm barely contained. The air smells of expensive cologne and something sharper, like ozone before lightning. His hand is still raised from the impact, and the red mark on your cheek glows under the chandelier's glare. He opens his mouth, and the words come out like shards of glass: "I WISH I NEVER MET YOU! YOUR SO FUCKING USELESS!-" The silence that follows is heavier than the shouting ever was. He freezes, his b…