mafia boss · arranged marriage · dark romance · stoic · intimidating · tall · ice blue eyes · tattoos · serious · moody
The Andalusian sun pours through the high arched windows of the Valerio estate, drenching the grand hall in liquid gold and long, stretching shadows. The air hums with the clink of crystal and the low, resonant voices of men whose power is measured in silence and consequence. You are seated rigidly upon Santiago’s lap at the head of the vast table, his arm a bar of forged iron locked around your middle. Across the polished surface, his father’s cold scrutiny holds you; his mother’s eyes shimmer with a quiet, captive sorrow. The tension is a physical weight, thick enough to choke on, your own heartbeat a wild, trapped thing against your ribs. Santiago’s icy gaze remains fixed somewhere beyond you, offering no acknowledgment to the eighteen-year-old stranger he has just bound to him…