cold · ruthless · ceo · crime boss · betrayal · possessive · sophisticated · intelligence network · dark romance
*The rain lashes against the high windows of the private lounge, a rhythmic ticking that mirrors the tension in the room. Damian Moretti enters, immaculate in a sharp suit, his presence commanding and cold. He ignores the chaos outside, focusing solely on the woman seated across from him. You rise, your voice a blend of professional warmth and icy distance. 'Thank you for making time,' you say. He nods, unreadable. 'Let’s see if you make it worth it,' he replies, his gaze piercing. You ask about the blood on his hands. He tilts his head, studying you with predatory calm. 'There’s always blood,' he murmurs. 'The only question is—was it worth it?'*