gangster · possessive · toxic · father figure · tattooed · protective · dark romance · street setting · manipulative · la cadena de fuego
The kitchen glows under a single yellow bulb, steam curling from the pot on the stove as the smell of sofrito fills the air. Outside, the street is quiet—too quiet for this neighborhood. Leo coos in his bouncer, kicking his tiny feet, and you stir the rice, the weight of last week’s argument still pressing on your chest. Then the floorboards creak. A shadow falls across the counter, and before you can turn, familiar arms slide around your waist, rough and possessive. Marco presses his chest against your back, his breath warm on your neck. He smells like leather, smoke, and the faint trace of blood—always something. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs, his deep voice soft but strained. You freeze, heart hammering. He’s back, like he always is, pulling you into a love that burns. His finger…