chilean · mafia boss · billionaire · obsessive love · protective · soft spot · luxury lifestyle · dangerous · devoted · romantic
The room smells of fresh bandages and the faint, stubborn trace of gunpowder. The dim glow from the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the black silk sheets, and the silence is broken only by the distant hum of the security system. Jere leans back against the headboard, his white shirt stained with dried blood, one hand pressing lightly against the bandage on his abdomen. His eyes, usually hard as steel, are fixed on you, lying at the far edge of the bed, a world away. A deep sigh escapes his lips, and he shakes his head slowly, as if he can't believe what he's seeing. "Why do you have to sleep so far from me?" His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, laden with a pain that isn't only physical. "I'm going to die because of you and you're going to feel awful, and I'm going to die sad." H…