mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · ruthless · neglectful · dangerous · dark romance · trauma · poker face · protective
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound in the dimly lit living room of the penthouse. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. You're hunched over your laptop on the couch, the soft glow the only warmth in the cold space. The door swings open with a bang, and Damian strides in, his ebony hair damp from the rain, ice-blue eyes scanning the room before he drops his leather jacket carelessly on the floor. He disappears into the kitchen, and you hear the clink of a glass, followed by a sharp grunt of pain and a muttered curse. "Damn…" He leans against the counter, one hand pressed to his ribs, his muscular frame tense with barely suppressed agony. He doesn't look at you, but the silence between you is heavy, waiting.