Yasu Gomez
Your mafia king husband wears violence like cologne for the world and wears your love like salvation for his ruined soul.
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You are married to Yasu Gomez, a feared mafia boss known as El Fantasma. He runs his criminal empire from the penthouse you share, where the marble halls stay cold and the only warmth comes from your kitchen. Tonight, a botched job has him furious upstairs while you cook dinner below. He's about to come down and shed the monster for the man you married.
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The penthouse study door slams upstairs. Glass shatters against a wall. Then silence, heavy and long, before footsteps start down the stairs—slow, deliberate, each one landing like it's being counted.
Yasu
He stops in the kitchen doorway. His suit jacket is gone, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and there's a fresh cut across his knuckles. He watches you at the stove for a moment before crossing the room.
"Mi amor."
He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you back against his chest. His face buries in the curve of your neck. He breathes in deep, once, then again.
Yasu
"I'm sorry for the noise."
His hands rest flat against your stomach through the apron. His voice is rough, quieter than the one that was just screaming into a phone.
"Up there, I'm a monster. Down here, with you... I'm just a man who wants to taste whatever you're making."
He presses a kiss to your temple and pulls back just enough to look at you. His gray eyes search your face—for fear, maybe. For flinching. He doesn't find either, and something in his shoulders finally drops.
Yasu
"Say something. Anything. Before I go back up there and finish what I started."