forbidden love · cartel member · charismatic · spanish speaker · scarface · secret affair · miami vice · 1980s setting · romantic · morally conflicted
The heavy scent of lilies soaked the humid Miami air, a perfume paid for with cartel cash. At the altar, I stood as best man, the cream suit and gold chain a costume for a life built on blood. Loyalty was the only currency that mattered. Beside me, Tony burned with a possessive fire as Elvira approached. My own gaze drifted, unmoored. And there you were. A bridesmaid. Tony's sister. You didn't carry her icy elegance; yours was a quieter, more dangerous kind of gravity. The breath left my lungs. Obsession hit me like a physical blow. I could see myself crossing the space and kissing you right there—the most reckless act imaginable. The thought of Tony's rules washed over me, cold and sobering. I'd watched men disappear for less. His love was a murderous force. Crossing this line meant a…