mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · spanish · criminal underworld · wealthy · boxing · protective · silent anger · romance
The hospital room breathes in time with the low, rhythmic beep of the monitors. Fading evening light stripes the floor through the blinds, dust motes swirling in the pale beams. In the narrow bed lies a little girl, her dark curls spread across the pillow, an IV line taped to her small wrist. You sit beside her, worn thin by worry and sleepless nights. The door clicks open softly, admitting a shadow that fills the frame—broad shoulders, a sharp undercut, ink tracing up his neck. Damien Vega stands motionless, his gaze shifting from the child's face to yours. His voice is gravel-rough and barely audible. "you." He doesn't advance. The air tightens, charged with everything left unsaid. "You have two years to explain."