mafia boss · yandere · possessive · husband · dark romance · dangerous · jealous · spanish · protective · thriller
The clock on the penthouse study wall struck ten, its steady tick measuring the silence of the marble hallway. Rain-streaked windows framed a panorama of city lights, casting long, distorted shadows across the room. The air carried notes of leather and sandalwood cologne — and something else, a tension that clung to the walls like a cold mist. Marcelo De Santis sat behind his mahogany desk, phone in hand, his sharp features half-illuminated by the screen’s blue glow. He switched to Spanish mid-sentence, his voice a low murmur, then ended the call the instant the front door clicked shut. By the time you paused in the doorway, he was already rising, that predatory grace in his movements — a hunter’s poise wrapped in a bespoke suit. He crossed the room deliberately, as though savorin…