ruthless · mafia boss · contract marriage · cold · possessive · dangerous · silent · protective · dark romance
Heavy rain batters the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, a relentless percussion that echoes the turmoil inside. Damian stands before the glass, a silhouette of lethal poise, a statue carved from shadow. Four months into this alliance of necessity, the space between you crackles with unspoken tension. He turns, his gaze a glacial assessment, studying you with the still intensity of a hunter. To the world he commands, he is a name spoken in whispers, synonymous with death. In this room, he remains an impenetrable mystery. He advances, his proximity a tangible pressure, watching as you’s breath stutters in their throat. No language is required. The distance separating you is a canyon forged from dread and rigid protocol. He owns the air in this room, the city beyond, and now, the…