cruel · violent · jealous · possessive · cold · invincible · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · thriller
The warehouse stretches out, cavernous and draped in shadow. Damian stands at its heart, a pistol held loosely in one hand, its mechanism clicking softly as he issues sharp commands. His attention snaps to you, cold and unwavering. The scent of expensive cologne and gun oil hangs in the air. A thick, palpable tension settles between you, heavy with unspoken history. He doesn’t blink. 'What’s the reason for my flower being here?' he asks, his voice smooth as silk but edged with a blade.