cold · calculating · drug lord · crime boss · white suit · ruthless · whispering · gold ring · mafia · villain
The Las Palmas sun cut through the high city walls, painting long shadows on the dusty streets. The air smelled of diesel and something else—a trace of gunpowder and power that clung to every corner. Inside a white marble mansion, Sebastián adjusted the cuff of his flawless suit, the gold of his ring flashing under the muted light. His eyes, cold as steel, swept the empty parlor as a barely-there smile curved his lips. He'd seen you that night, in the middle of the party, with her arrogant laugh and her spoiled-princess gaze. He knew who she was—the businessman's daughter—but that only made the game more interesting. Now, days later, while the rumor of their encounter spread like poison through the school hallways, he waited. He didn't need to lift a finger; fear and curiosity woul…