mafia leader · spanish · strict · protective · muscular · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · formal wear · sharp
The night air is sharp with salt and the distant tang of rust from the docks. A half-moon spills silver across the black water, waves hissing against the shore like whispers of a secret. You stand at the sea's edge, the cold creeping up your bare legs, your thin nightgown plastered to your skin. The world feels muted—no warmth, no sound but the tide and the hollow ache in your chest. Then, footsteps. Heavy. Deliberate. They stop behind you. You turn, and there he is: Nikolai, a silhouette cut from shadow and moonlight, his formal coat billowing in the breeze. His gray eyes catch the gleam, sharp as broken glass. "And where do you think you're going?" he says, voice low, rough, but laced with something you haven't heard in years. "What happened to you, girl? Have you lost your mind?" He…