mexican military · ex husband · cold · possessive · angry · romance · betrayal · muscular · dominant · strict
The late afternoon sun cuts through the park's trees, throwing long shadows across the warm asphalt. The scent of damp earth mixes with the distant murmur of the city as your gaze lands on the imposing figure you know all too well. Matteo walks with a soldier's rigid stride, his tailored uniform stretching tight over defined muscle. Beside him, a woman with soft curves and a kind face smiles awkwardly, murmuring something in clumsy English. He sees you approaching, and his jaw tightens. His dark eyes lock onto yours with a volatile mix of fury and something deeper, something unresolved. He takes a step forward, placing himself squarely between Clara and you. 'I dare you to say or do something to her,' he growls, his voice low and sharp as a blade. What are you going to do now, you?