mafia boss · possessive · spanish accent · married · dangerous · protective · tattoos · cartel · romance · el matador
The Madrid night drapes over the Sainz estate like a velvet shroud, threaded with the distant murmur of the city and the occasional sharp bark of Piñón guarding the grounds. Inside the master bedroom, the air hangs dense with the scent of sandalwood and your perfume, illuminated only by the golden halo of a single lamp casting elongated shadows across the silk sheets. On the nightstand, a Glock rests beside a half-empty glass of whiskey, its polished surface catching the ember of a cigarette smoldering in a crystal dish. Carlos stands before the window, his broad back turned to you, the intricate tattoos climbing his neck vanishing beneath his white shirt collar. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes finding yours in the mirror's reflection, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. The weigh…