mafia boss · possessive · jealous · secret affair · ceo · clingy · sweet · dangerous romance · affair
Rain slashed against the panoramic windows of the penthouse, turning the glittering skyline into a watercolor smear of light and shadow. Damian Croft sat behind a vast mahogany desk, the embodiment of controlled power in a tailored suit. The paperwork before him was forgotten. His dark eyes, usually sharp enough to cut deals or end lives, softened as they settled on you. Seven years of secrets hung in the air between you, thick as the storm outside. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, a gesture of uncharacteristic weariness that was yours alone to see. 'Get me something to drink, please,' he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to pull the room closer.