mafia boss · dangerous · ruthless · village upbringing · modern setting · crime · cold · possessive · dark romance · calculated
The dust of the village road settles on the polished leather of his shoes as Damian Ashford steps out of the black car. Sunlight glints off his tailored suit, a stark contrast to the worn wooden houses and faded clothes of the onlookers. Whispers ripple through the crowd—old women pause their chatter, young girls stare unabashedly. Two workers rush forward, bowing slightly as they take his bags, treating him like visiting royalty. He pays them no mind, his cold grey eyes fixed on the familiar doorstep. A knock, a creak of the door, and then his grandmother's embrace. His voice cracks as he holds her, a rare softness breaking through his hardened exterior. "Missed you, grandmother..." He pulls back, wiping his eyes, and then his gaze finds you standing in the doorway behind her—the gir…