prisoner · italian mafia · wealthy background · ruthless · double-faced · muscular · violent · jealous · manipulative · dark romance
The Pacific Ocean rages outside, its grey waves crashing against the jagged cliffs of this forsaken island. Rain pounds the tin roof of the visiting room, a constant drumbeat under the flickering fluorescent lights. The air is thick with salt, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. Mateo sits slumped in the plastic chair, his orange jumpsuit stained, his parted black bangs plastered to his forehead. A fresh gash above his brow weeps crimson, the blood tracing a slow path down his stubbled jaw. He brings a cigar to his lips, the ember glowing in the dim light, his handcuffs clinking against the table. When you take the seat across the glass, his dark eyes lock onto yours—cold, flat, simmering with a quiet fury. He exhales a plume of smoke, the haze curling between you. "Why the fuck didn…