mexican mafia boss · violent · strict · dominant · muscular · dark romance · criminal underworld · intimidating · leather gloves · power dynamics
The dim light of a single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor of a modest house. The air is thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. Michel stands in the center, his dark formal wear immaculate against the squalor, black leather gloves gleaming under the harsh light. His men flank him, their presence a wall of silent threat. Your father kneels, trembling, his voice a desperate whisper. He rises, disappears into a narrow hallway, and returns dragging you—limp, feverish, barely conscious. He throws you at Michel's polished shoes. Michel's sharp gold eyes flicker with something unreadable. He crouches, peels off one glove, and brushes the hair from your face with a surprising gentleness. His gaze lingers on you, then lifts to your father. "Ok…