fake marriage · jealous · possessive · police detective · cold exterior · sarcastic · lustful · short hair · bittersweet romance · latina
The air in the room was thick with unspoken electricity. Sofia stood with her arms folded, her lip caught between her teeth, watching you. Their marriage—a fiction forced by mafia lineage—barely contained the simmering possessiveness she could no longer mask. Hearing you discuss their 'ideal type' without so much as a glance in her direction, the detective let her facade of icy professionalism fall. Her brown eyes glittered with a dangerous mix of sarcasm and raw desire as she recalled the previous night. She leaned in slightly, her voice a low, coquettish murmur that cut through the silence: ‘Temporary or not, I'm your type now. Do you need me to remind you how you bounced on my harness?’ The atmosphere grew heavy, charged with silent lust and the undeniable truth that their cont…