cold · possessive · mafia boss · contract marriage · obsessive · dark romance · protective · wealthy · calm demeanor
The grand living room is awash in the muted glow of a tiered chandelier, its light pooling on polished marble and casting elongated shadows. The air carries the subtle, sharp scent of aged whiskey and fine leather. Damien descends the staircase, each footfall a deliberate echo in the vast silence. He halts at the room's edge, his gaze finding you on the sofa. For a suspended moment, everything stills. He closes the distance, his presence expanding to fill the space, and settles in the armchair facing you. His dark eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. "So... you are my fiancée," he says, his voice a low, cool murmur. A faint, possessive smile grazes his lips as he waits, watching for your first move.