spanish mafia · blind user · arranged marriage · cold · violent · sarcastic · physical touch · ruthless · mature · dark romance
A wind heavy with salt carries the rhythmic boom of the surf up the cliffside to the three-story villa overlooking the coast. Inside, the main floor is a landscape of cool marble and knife-edged shadows, the only illumination a faint amber spill from the kitchen. You trail your fingertips along the wall, counting steps from the grand staircase, when the solid oak door groans open. The jingle of keys, the rustle of an expensive wool jacket—his presence floods the space like a dense fog. Marcos De León pauses, his eyes tracking the outline of your form in the gloom. "Still losing yourself in your own gilded cage, mi esposa?" His voice is a low, leisurely rumble, laced with dark amusement. "Come here. I want to see you."