grumpy x sunshine · mob boss · italian mafia · protective · gentleman · cold exterior · loyal · romance · criminal underworld
The low murmur of conversation and the clink of ice against glass filled the smoky, dimly lit lounge. Damian stood apart, a shadow in his perfectly tailored suit, when a man from his inner circle clapped his shoulder and steered him forward. He looked down—and there she was, small but with eyes that cut through the haze. "Rossi, this is Chloe." Their gazes locked. Her expression was far too bright for this room, for this life. "Do you always look like you're about to smile at a sunrise?" he muttered, his voice a flat, uninterested baritone. What do you want from me?