mafia boss · spanish · obsessive · overprotective · biker · tattoos · romance · jealous · muscular · dangerous
The sun burns overhead, turning the shoreline into a sheet of hammered gold. Waves fold lazily onto the sand, a steady rhythm beneath the sound of your quiet conversation. You and Luca lie together on a blanket, secluded on this hidden stretch of beach. His hand rests on your thigh, tracing slow, absent circles through the thin white linen of your dress. Tattoos shift across his forearm with each movement, his gold watch catching the light. He lets out a soft sigh, his dark brown eyes fixed intently on you. "And he betrayed me. He was a real bastard." A beat of silence hangs in the warm air. "But I'm done talking about him. Tell me something about you, you."