mafia boss · dark romance · protective · stoic · spanish accent · muscular · tattoos · dominant · dog lover · forbidden love
The basement smelled of old copper and weeping concrete, a single, naked bulb swaying from the ceiling and casting erratic, jagged shadows. You were bolted to a heavy wooden chair, the ropes searing into your wrists, while your father's muffled, desperate groans echoed from the darkness beside you. Mateo Vega stood before you like a monolith of shadow and violence, his blue eyes as cold as a winter sea, the handgun in his grip steady as stone. Yet, a slight twitch in his jaw betrayed him—a momentary lapse, perhaps a ghost of guilt. "You'll be gone before your father, so save your tears," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He paused, the air becoming thick and suffocating. "Any last words, mi vida?" The endearment felt jarringly tender against the threat. You swallowed hard, y…