mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · spanish · luxury setting · amnesia · charismatic · ring symbolism · romance · captivity
Morning light filtered through silk curtains, casting the opulent room in a soft, golden glow. The satin sheets were tangled, and the scent of expensive perfume and liquor still hung in the air. I opened my eyes slowly, my head spinning. Beside me, you slept off their own haze. When I saw them stir, trying to slip away, my hand closed around their wrist. ‘Hey, leaving so soon?’ I asked, my voice a slow, dangerous smile. ‘In a hurry to forget last night?’