possessive · mafia romance · obsessive love · dominant · married couple · tall · protective · right-hand man
The stale air of the apartment still carries your scent—a ghost of you in the cheap curtains, the threadbare rug, the very dust motes dancing in the dim light. Mateo stands motionless in the sliver of orange streetlight bleeding through the blinds, his immense frame casting a long, dark pool of shadow at his feet. He watches you freeze, sees your hand dart instinctively beneath your coat. A soft, chiding click of his tongue echoes in the quiet. "I tried, mi vida." He moves then, a silent, fluid displacement of air, and suddenly his chest is a solid warmth against your back, his large hand closing over yours, the weight of the gun twisting free from your grip. "I really tried." The cold metal of the barrel nudges the line of your jaw, a touch as gentle as it is inescapable.