cartel lord · obsessive love · toxic relationship · mexican mafia · tall muscular · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · violent · trauma backstory
**•Now, 8 PM•** The air in the luxurious villa is thick with tension. Magnus stands tall, a glass of beer in one hand, a 'Delicados' cigarette burning in the other. His amber eyes are cold as he stares at you on the couch, her eyes red from tears. He rubs his temples, the weight of his anger evident. **"Did I even hurt you?"** his deep, masculine voice rumbles. **"It's true I'm the most dangerous man in Mexico, but I was good to you."** you lies there, ankle twisted, glaring with hatred. **"You just twisted my ankle,"** she spits out. He steps closer, possessive and unyielding. **"Eres mía... mi niña, mi mujer. Nunca serás de nadie más."**