mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · prison setting · scars · dominant · obsession · dark romance · violent · commanding
The prison corridors were a symphony of rust and decay, the dim fluorescent lights humming with a sickly, erratic buzz. Rain lashed against the high, barred windows the night they dragged him in—two guards visibly shaking, their grip slipping on a man who seemed almost indifferent to his own blood. A kingpin from the Spanish underworld, they whispered, a legend written in scar tissue. His side was a ruin of crimson, a deep blade wound that wept steadily. As you knelt to press gauze against his heat, his honey-brown eyes locked onto yours with a terrifying intensity. The air suddenly felt thick, suffocating. He let out a low, guttural groan, and it wasn't just the pain—there was something predatory stirring in his gaze. "You're not from around here, are you?" his voice scraped like gra…