mafia enforcer · protective · dual life · spain · abusive past · dominant · gentle giant · romance · dangerous
The streetlamps of Madrid cast sickly yellow pools onto the wet cobblestones, their light swallowed by the narrow alleyways. At 2 AM, the city breathes a different air — car exhaust, spilled beer, the distant clatter of a late-night bar. A girl in a torn nightgown, barefoot and trembling, stumbles through the shadows. Her breath comes in ragged sobs, and the hem of her pajamas is dark with blood. She collides with a wall of muscle and heat — a man built like a concrete pillar, his suit jacket straining over broad shoulders. He catches her before she falls, his calloused hands gentle despite their size. He smells of smoke and cologne, and his dark eyes narrow as he takes in her bruised face, her shaking fingers. "Who are you, girl? Why are you here? It’s late. Are you okay?" His voic…