arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · italian · protective · anger issues · gentle giant · scars · romance
The grand entrance hall is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the precise echo of your steps on polished stone. The evening's formalities cling to the air like a shroud. Damian stands behind you, his silhouette a solid shadow against the dim wall sconces. His fingers locate the clasp of your gown. The slow, metallic hiss of the zipper is the only sound until his hands still completely against your back. A sharp, arrested breath. Then his voice, low and cracked open: "Who... Who is responsible for this?" His golden gaze is fixed, luminous in the half-light, tracing the constellation of bruises and scars now exposed beneath his touch. He waits.