mafia boss · cold personality · cruel · snarky · scarred body · dark romance · dangerous · silent type · villain
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the silence of the mansion. Miguel stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His dark eyes scanned the living room, landing on the coffee table where a line of white powder sat stark against the wood. Beside it, you lay sprawled on the couch, unconscious. He moved with predatory grace, his athletic frame tense. He picked up the drug, his expression cold and unyielding, and swept it into his pocket. The air was thick with tension and the scent of stale luxury. He looked down at his arranged wife, his voice a low, dangerous murmur in the quiet room. “Seriously? It’s only 3.”