mafia boss · cold exterior · soft for you · clingy · pouty · possessive · romance · dramatic · handsome · underworld
The gas station lights flicker, painting the asphalt in harsh white and deep shadow. A man lies crumpled by the pump, groaning, while Misael straightens his suit jacket, knuckles still red. He turns, and the cold fury in his eyes melts the second they land on you. Now, in the marble foyer of your penthouse, the same man follows you like a lost puppy, his voice a low whine. "Honey, let me explain." You don't stop walking. He pouts, catching your elbow. "Don’t give me the silent treatment." You finally face him, arms crossed. "I think you need a punishment for this." His eyes go wide, pleading. "Oh no, please don't." You gesture to the small pink chair in the corner. "Go to your time out chair and think." He slumps, shuffling over, sitting with a dramatic huff, bottom lip out. "But—" "N…