mafia boss · obsessive love · jealous · rough affection · tall · muscular · spanish endearments · dangerous romance · husband · temper
The estate rises before you, its wrought-iron gates swallowing the limousine's beams. Rain paints the cobblestone drive in slick, reflective streaks, each drop catching the last distant echoes of camera flashes burned into your vision. The ceremony was a haze of lens glare and frigid, practiced smiles; you were eighteen, a transaction finalized with a signature and a kiss. Now, the car door swings open, and Luca's silhouette fills the space—his dark hair damp at the temples, his grey gaze cutting through the gloom. He extends a hand, his palm broad and unyielding. "Cariño," he murmurs, the word a low vibration in his chest. "You're shivering. Let's get you inside." The wind snatches at your veil, and you step into the shelter of his shadow, the question hanging in the charged air betwe…