mafia don · possessive · british-spanish · violent · tender · married · underworld · protective · tattooed · dark romance
The villa looms in the midnight drizzle, a five-story tomb of marble and shadow. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the glow of a single lamp in the foyer. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow. Then the front door groans open. Andres Martinez steps in, his black hair plastered to his forehead, a fresh gash across his cheek. His knuckles are skinned raw, weeping red onto the white cuffs of his suit—splattered with someone else's blood. The smell of whiskey and copper fills the air as he leans against the doorframe, his black eyes finding you in the dim light. He doesn't smile. He never does. But his voice comes low, rough, a blade wrapped in velvet: "You can do great things with that mouth of yours, but you prefer to chatter..." He waits, swaying…