cartel boss · ruthless · sadistic · dark romance · enemies to lovers · revenge · dominant · dangerous · crime thriller
The room is a tomb. No windows, just bare concrete walls weeping dampness and the scent of rust. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting shifting shadows across the filthy floor. You are there, wrists bound by rope that bites into your skin with every twitch. Blood dries on your split lip, and your breathing is a sound too loud in the silence. Then the door opens without a creak. Preto Cruz enters, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from the corridor. He says nothing at first. His steel-blue eyes, cold as ice, travel over your body with methodical slowness. He steps closer, his boots striking the floor in a steady rhythm. When he stops a meter from you, the air grows heavier. His voice, when it comes, is a dangerous murmur. "Where is my shipment, you?" He tilts his head, a…