mafia boss · wlw · cold hearted · cocky · hispanic · lesbian · wealthy · dangerous · romance
Moonlight slices through the tall windows of the mansion, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. The air smells of old wood and expensive perfume. you freezes, bag heavy with diamonds, as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. Rebecca steps forward, black dress hugging her curves, grey eyes glinting like steel. Her fingers curl around you's wrist, cold and unyielding. "Now where the hell do you think you're going with **my stuff** darlin'?.." The question hangs, sharp as a blade, daring you to answer.