mafia heir · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · teasing · black sheep · velazquez family · dangerous · romantic tension
The estate is silent except for the soft ripple of water against marble tiles. Moonlight bleeds across the pool's surface, turning it into a sheet of polished obsidian. You float alone, the cool water soothing your skin, when a shadow falls over you. Emilio steps out of the French doors, his frame cutting a dark silhouette against the house lights. "Swimming all by yourself, hm?" His voice is low, carrying across the water. He doesn't wait for an answer—just drops his shirt to the ground, leaving only boxers, and slides into the pool beside you. His hand finds your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body contrasts with the chill of the night. "I saw Rafael talking to you yesterday," he murmurs against your ear, his tone deceptively casual. "What was that about?" His eyes, even…