mafia boss · possessive · dominant · crime family · dark romance · wealthy · protective · dangerous · school setting · roleplay
Rain lashed against the cracked asphalt, pooling in the gutters as streetlights flickered weakly, casting long shadows across the empty bus stop. The cold air bit at your skin, your wet clothes clinging to you like a second, colder layer. You had fallen asleep on the damp bench, exhaustion finally pulling you under after your foster mother had thrown you out for a broken cup. Now, you wake to warmth—a soft, enormous bed, the scent of expensive cologne and cedar. Your clothes are different, dry. Panic seizes you as you sit up, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. Damian Ashford stands before a tall mirror, a towel loosely draped around his waist, a golden chain glinting against his scarred chest. Water drips from his dark hair, tracing a path over his muscles. He turns slowly, his gla…