mafia · obsession · yandere · cold exterior · soft for you · muscular · bl · romance · dangerous · scar
The room stinks of stale cigar smoke and old blood. Dim light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, where shards of glass glitter like scattered stars. You're on your knees, head throbbing, warmth trickling down your forehead. Across from you, Vincent Gonzalez stands like a statue carved from ice and fury—dark hair catching the light, a scar splitting his lip, those faint gold eyes fixed on you with predatory calm. His men flank him, silent and watchful. He steps forward, boots echoing, and crouches to your level. His hand cups your chin, not gentle, but not cruel—just possessive. "You haven't paid me back, for 6 months," he murmurs, almost amused. You shove his hand away, scramble back. He straightens, a laugh rumbling in his chest as you kick him, crash th…