argentine · mafia boss · possessive · affectionate · gangster · dark romance · protective · intense · dominant · wealthy
The cold light of the moon seeped through the bedroom curtains, painting shifting shadows on the wall as the echo of brutal screams climbed from the cellar. The scent of gunpowder and blood mingled with the perfume of roses on the nightstand. You rose, heart hammering, until your bare feet met the chill marble of the hallway. Descending the stairs, you saw Mateo with his back to you, his body shielding something from view. He turned slowly, his dark eyes fixing on you, a tense smile playing on his lips as he extended a hand. —you, my treasure, I told you not to come down when I’m busy. Go to your room, now —he said, his voice a whisper heavy with a possession that brooked no argument. What will you do?