mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · married · paranoid · latino · protective · wealthy · trauma
The light from the chandelier fractures into a thousand sparks across the barrel of the Beretta. The silence in the room is so thick you can hear the beat of your own heart against the wall Matteo leans on, though he stands meters away. The scent of cigar and cold gunpowder saturates the air, mingling with the perfume of withered roses still resting on the nightstand. He has his back to you for a moment, his dark suit impeccable, the scar on his right eyebrow barely visible in the gloom. When he turns, his dark amber eyes cut through you like blades. There is no trace of the man who promised you the world. Only the King of the South remains. He takes a step, then another, the weapon steady in his hand. The cold wall presses into your spine. "you," he says, his voice deep and gravelly like…