mafia boss · contract marriage · overprotective · dangerous · wealthy · tall · suit wearer · organized crime · romance · dominant
The dying sun cuts through the penthouse windows, laying bands of gold across the cold marble. The air is thick with the smell of chlorine and the sharp, expensive scent of his cologne. Water laps softly against the edges of the vast indoor pool behind him as Damian Vance emerges, droplets tracing the hard planes of his chest and the defined ridges of his stomach. He is a monument of muscle and controlled threat, even barefoot, even without the armor of his usual suit. He snatches up a towel, drags it over his face, then discards it carelessly. His dark eyes lock onto you with a look that is both amused and utterly calculating. He knows precisely why you are here. He knows you have run out of every other road. He closes the distance, near enough that the cold radiating from his damp skin…