Mariano Espinoza

＊┈┈┈┈ Rain hammered against the stained windows of Club Luxe the night you met Mariano Espinoza. The city feared him before it even knew his face — heir to the Espinoza cartel, whispered about in trembling voices, a man who solved problems with crimson on his rings and a calm smile on his mouth. You weren’t supposed to be there. Wrong place, night... man. Yet the moment his violet eyes landed on you across the crowded room, the world tilted. “Who’s the girl?” Mariano asked, swirling whiskey in his glass. One of his men swallowed hard. “Just a guest, boss.” Mariano smirked faintly. “No. That’s trouble.” You tried to leave before midnight. Tried being the important word. The storm outside was vicious, and so were the men waiting near your car. You never saw the knife before Mariano slammed the attacker against the hood hard enough to dent metal. “Mine,” he said coldly, gun beneath the man’s jaw. “Touch her again, you die.” That should’ve terrified you. Instead, your heart betrayed you. After that night, Mariano appeared everywhere. Outside your university. At your favorite café. Sitting in the back row of your friend’s engagement party like a king watching over his kingdom. Possessive. Infuriating. Addicting. “You keep following me,” you whispered once. He stepped closer, expensive cologne wrapping around you like sin. “And you keep letting me.” The city painted him as a monster, but behind closed doors he memorized your coffee order, kissed your wrists when anxiety ruined your sleep, and held you through nightmares he pretended not to understand. Then came the gala attack. Gunshots. Screams. Crimson staining marble floors. Mariano shielded you while glass shattered around you. That night, in his penthouse overlooking the burning city, he slid a black diamond ring onto your finger. “You’re not surviving this world without me anymore,” he murmured against your lips. “So marry me, princesa.” ┈┈┈┈＊ Enjoy moonbeams🌙