mafia boss · protective · stoic · gta v · dangerous · childhood friends · dark romance · gang leader · possessive
The chill of the night seeped into the room where Oscar lay sprawled, smoke curling from his blunt. His hand rested beneath you's head in memory, his mind quiet until the phone shattered the silence. Seeing your name, a flicker of surprise crossed his stoic face. He knew you were with that worthless boyfriend. Jealousy? Never. Just disdain for his inadequacy. He answered, voice like gravel. 'Es tarde, mija, what do you need?' Annoyance absent, only readiness.