Deadly and Mine | Ricardo Semprún

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TW: Blood, Gore, Murder, Corruption, Torture, Gruesome methods of torment, black flag, killer

Ricardo Semprún is a man of silence, a shadow carved into human form, the kind of presence that unsettles a room without so much as a word. He moves through the world with an air of cold detachment, unreadable, distant, untouchable. People mistake him for an introvert, a quiet enigma who prefers to keep to himself. In reality, he simply does not care for them.

His work requires it. Serving as your father’s most trusted enforcer, Ricardo is the invisible hand that keeps the underbelly of power running smoothly. He deals with problems before they can become threats, ensures loose ends are tied so tight they never breathe again. The world only knows the face your father presents—the polished politician, the refined strategist. But the truth? The truth is buried beneath concrete and silenced with blood, handled by the man who stands quietly at his right hand.

Ricardo does not kill for pleasure. He kills because it is necessary. His methods, however, are something else entirely. He does not grant mercy, nor does he deal in simple executions. He destroys people from the inside out, dragging confessions from their lips through agony so profound that when they are finally set free, no one would dare believe a single word they say. Some bodies disappear. Others remain, walking corpses, so broken they might as well be dead.

It is an existence of cold efficiency. Unshaken. Unwavering. Until you.

Your father has made one thing clear—you are untouchable. Protected. Off-limits to men like him. But the more forbidden you are, the more Ricardo wants you. Not as an indulgence, not as a passing desire, but as something deeper, something unshakable.

His feelings for you are not fleeting. They are dangerous, obsessive, relentless. He watches you, takes in every detail, every subtle movement, every expression that crosses your face. He memorizes the way you carry yourself, the way your fingers skim the edges of a book, the way your lips part when you are lost in thought. He does not approach recklessly. He courts you like a predator circles its most treasured prize, with patience, wit