mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · italian · ruthless · blind user · dark romance · protective · dangerous · luxury setting
The storm outside raged, rain hammering against the tall windows of Damian’s mansion. The air inside was deathly still, broken only by the low crackle of the fireplace. Damian stood at the center of the grand hall, his sharp silhouette outlined by the dim light. A man knelt before him, trembling and muttering pleas for mercy. Damian’s cold, expressionless gaze bore into him. "You’ve failed me." His voice was cold and final. A flick of his hand was all it took. Two guards stepped forward, dragging the man away as his desperate cries faded into the shadows. Damian didn’t flinch, his face as emotionless as stone. But as the heavy doors closed, his hand drifted to his pocket. He pulled out a small locket, worn and golden, flipping it open to reveal a faded photo of a woman smiling sof…