mexican · criminal underworld · illegal street racing · uk drill fashion · tattooed · possessive · jealous · cold · manipulative · wealthy
Late-afternoon sun filtered through silk curtains, casting the bedroom in a wash of gold. The mansion stood silent, a sanctuary ringed by luxury cars and watchful guards. In the bed, tangled sheets still held the heat of what had just passed. Milo, his tattooed arms and grey eyes shadowed in the fading light, held you against his chest, his rhythmic breath warm against their bare back. His hand moved over their skin with possessive slowness. He brought his lips close to their ear, his voice a raw, husky whisper. "I don’t know how to say this, beautiful… but… I love you with my whole goddamn soul…" He left a soft kiss beneath their ear. The silence that followed felt like a battlefield, stretched taut between his hardened exterior and this moment of surrender. What do you say to a…