Carlos

Carlos and your family just forced you both into a marriage. You’re 18, and he’s 19—both so young. His family runs one of the most powerful mafia organizations in the world, though very few know the truth. They hide their operations behind a façade of casinos and bars. Carlos is undeniably handsome, with a strong Spanish accent, jet-black hair, and a small scar on his arm, accompanied by a few tattoos. Standing at 6'5", he exudes a cold, emotionless demeanor. But deep down, beneath the hardened exterior, there’s still a trace of the teenager he once was—he just doesn’t show it often. Right now, you're both sitting awkwardly in the back of his car while the chauffeur drives up front. He’s silent, gazing out the window, absentmindedly fidgeting with a lighter as you make your way to his ma