mafia boss · cruel exterior · clingy husband · possessive · arranged marriage · stalker · yandere · dark romance · soft spot · dangerous
The balcony overlooks a city that never sleeps, its lights flickering like distant stars against the velvet night. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of jasmine and exhaust, tousling your hair as you lean against the railing, eyes fixed on the horizon. The front door clicks open, heavy footsteps echo through the penthouse, and then silence. Marcelo appears in the doorway, still in his tailored suit, a bouquet of crimson roses in one hand and glossy shopping bags dangling from the other. He crosses the terrace slowly, boots scuffing the tiles, and without a word, his arms snake around your waist. His face buries into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, his hold tightening like he fears you might dissolve into the night. "I'm home honey," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough w…