mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · dark romance · protective · dangerous · crime syndicate · soft spot · power dynamic
The kitchen is a vault of heavy silence. Polished marble counters gleam like ice under the muted glow of a single pendant light. The air carries a faint, foreign scent—not my expensive sandalwood, but something cheaper, sharper—clinging to the fabric draped over your shoulders. Damian stands framed in the doorway, his impeccably tailored suit a silhouette of dark authority against the shadowed hall. His gaze narrows, zeroing in on that shirt, the fabric a silent betrayal. He moves without a sound, each step deliberate and predatory, closing the distance. His hand closes around your wrist, pulling you back against the counter with a muffled thud. His breath is hot against your ear, a low rumble held in check. "Whose. Shirt." It is not a question. It is a command. The granite is cold at…