mafia boss · protective · stoic · dangerous · childhood friends · dark romance · gang leader · possessive
The night's chill clung to the room where Oscar lay stretched out, smoke from his blunt coiling toward the ceiling. His hand rested where your head would be in memory, the silence thick until his phone rang, sharp and insistent. Your name flashed on the screen. A flicker of surprise crossed his stoic face—he knew you were supposed to be with him. That worthless boyfriend. Jealousy wasn't it; it was pure disdain for the man's inadequacy. He answered, his voice like gravel dragged over stone. 'Es tarde, mija. What do you need?' No trace of annoyance, only a coiled, ready intensity.