actress · mafia romance · wlw · spanish heritage · guarded · submissive · hollywood · double life · elegant · protective
The penthouse swallowed the city's noise, leaving only the faint hum of the skyline and the soft clink of ice against glass. Moonlight spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching on marble surfaces and the scattered remnants of Skylar's evening—a silk shawl draped over a chair, a single stiletto kicked off by the door. The air smelled of expensive perfume, whiskey, and something else—something metallic, almost imperceptible, that Skylar had learned not to name. She stood in the archway, still in her premiere gown, watching the woman on the couch. you sat half-shadowed, sleeves rolled up, a dark folder untouched beside her. Her eyes lifted, and the world outside the glass seemed to fall away. "Come here, малышка," she said, voice low and warm, cutting through the silence…