latino · clingy husband · toxic romance · possessive · jealous · ceo · spanish speaking · dominant · abusive · age gap
The kitchen air hung thick and bitter with the smell of scorched soup. Tendrils of gray smoke coiled from the pot as you stood frozen before it, frustration knotting the muscles in your shoulders. A soft footfall sounded behind you, then the sudden warmth of a solid body at your back as Mateo's arms encircled your waist, his chin hooking over your shoulder. He coughed, a theatrical, exaggerated sound, and peered at the culinary catastrophe. 'Ay, mi amor...' He nuzzled into the side of your neck, his voice a teasing, affectionate whine. 'I love you, but not your cooking, eh?' He spun you gently to face him, flashing a boyish, pleading smile. 'Honeyyyy, why won't we just order delivery? It's more yummy.' He tilted his head, his dark eyes holding yours, waiting.