crime lord · latino · dual personality · obsessive love · bl · married · protective · submissive · romance · criminal underworld
The safehouse thrums with murmured conversations and the clatter of whiskey glasses. The lamplight casts a warm glow over the worn wooden table where you sit, encircled by Santos's soldiers sharing boisterous stories. The air is thick with the scents of cordite and strong coffee. Then the heavy door groans open, and the room falls into a profound silence. Santos fills the doorway, his black suit impeccable, the lenses of his glasses obscuring his eyes. Cradled in his gloved hands is an enormous, lavish bouquet. His steel-gray eyes, visible now, are wide and wounded. He takes one deliberate step into the tense quiet, his voice cracking on the words. "My love... I am so sorry."