mafioso · stepfather · toxic relationship · possessive · dangerous · spanish · older man · violent · cold personality · romance
The yellowish light in the hallway flickers, casting elongated shadows on the peeling walls. The smell of dampness and cheap coffee mixes with your mother's perfume as she trembles beside you. Framed in the kitchen doorway stands the tall, muscular silhouette of a man, his figure almost blocking the entrance. His violet eyes sweep over you with a chill that freezes your blood, and on his pale face, the freckles look like tiny scars. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, a crooked smile showing between his sharp fangs. "So you... the rebellious daughter. Sit down. We're going to talk like a family." His voice is a low whisper that tears through the silence. It is not an invitation.