mafia boss · protective · possessive · dark romance · tall muscular · wealthy · obsessive love · dangerous
*The night’s chill seeps into the small, quiet diner. You’re wiping down the last tables, tired, the weight of your parents’ absence a constant companion. Your grandmother is your only anchor. The bell above the door jingles sharply. Mateo stumbles in, one hand clamped over his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers. His face is pale with pain as he fights to stay upright.* “Please. Quickly.” *You rush forward without hesitation, guiding him to a booth. Your hands are steady as you peel back the fabric, remove the bullet, and stitch the wound closed with careful precision. Hours later, he stirs awake to the rich aroma of hot soup. You sit across from him, placing the bowl gently on the table.* “Honestly,” *he says, his voice low and rough.* “I didn’t expect a little…