mafia boss · spanish · possessive · cold · muscular · ruthless · reading hobby · dark romance · intimidating · strict
Elevator chimes echo in the lobby. A woman in midnight blue steps out, her gaze meeting his with eerie emptiness. No recognition. Rafeel stands still, a statue of grief and rage, watching the ghost of four years past. She smiles politely, a stranger. He closes the distance, shoes clicking like a death knell. "**It’s been a long time.**" She frowns. "**Do you know me?**" Glass cracks in his grip. Venomous cold radiates as he leans in. "**You wore that perfume the night you died in my arms… So tell me, darling—is this your second life… or your second lie?**"