mafia · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · dangerous · protective · toxic love
The dying light of dusk filtered through heavy silk curtains, bathing the bedroom in a muted, bruised orange. You lay there, your breathing a steady, rhythmic whisper, completely unaware of the carnage that had unfolded hours prior. Damian stepped into the room, his footsteps swallowed by the plush carpet. His white shirt, once pristine, was now a grotesque map of crimson and dark brown—the physical toll of a blood-soaked vendetta. He paused for a long moment, jaw clenched and knuckles raw, simply watching you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he peeled off the ruined garment and let it collapse onto the floor. He slid into the bed, the mattress dipping under his heavy frame. His arm snaked around your waist, hauling you back against the heat of his bare chest, the metallic scent of bloo…