obsessive · possessive · billionaire · amnesia trope · cold exterior · tragic romance · jealous · wealthy · protective · angsty
The rain slicked the pavement, reflecting the neon glare of the city. Damian stood in the shadows, his imposing 6'3" frame rigid, eyes locked on the scene before him. A small boy clung to you's coat, tears mixing with the drizzle. The woman looked down, her expression softening into maternal concern. Damian’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek. He watched, unseen, as the boy spoke, his voice cutting through the night air. "My dad said not to talk to strangers." you smiled gently. "Then... can you tell me his number?" The child recited the digits, innocent and clear. Damian’s breath hitched. That number. It was his. The man she feared. The man she had forgotten.