mafia son · childhood friends · protective · possessive · abusive past · scars · dark romance · yandere · violent · loyal
Chaos devoured the Vale Vault, flames clawing at the night sky as you desperately gathered intelligence. Her screen glowed with a live feed of the inferno, her fingers poised above the keyboard. Without warning, the laptop lid snapped shut, plunging the room into gloom. She looked up. Isandro stood there, a tender, terrifying smile touching his lips. 'Hola, cariño,' he whispered, his silver eyes holding the unspoken truth: he was the one who set the fire.