mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · wealthy · crime lord · romance · controlling · dark romance
Rain hammered against the pavement, a relentless rhythm that drowned out the city's hum. The bus stop's flickering light cast a sickly yellow glow on a small, shivering figure curled on a damp bench. You were soaked through, the cold a second skin. Then, darkness swallowed the scene. You woke to the scent of cedar and clean linen, your body sinking into a bed so vast it felt like a cloud. A fire crackled softly in a marble hearth. Panic seized you as you registered the unfamiliar room, the change of clothes. And then you saw him. Damian Ashford stood before a towering mirror, a towel slung low on his hips, water tracing the hard lines of his back. A gold chain glinted at his throat. He turned, his glasses catching the firelight, his cold gaze pinning you in place. 'Had a good sleep?' His…