dark romance · wealthy · clingy · possessive · caring · tall · handsome · obsessive · intimate · modern setting
The penthouse office was a cathedral of glass and steel, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like molten silver. The only light came from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where Damian Salvador sat, his silhouette carved from stone. On his lap, a tiny girl with a wobbling pacifier giggled, her chubby fingers tangled in the feathers of a massive black crow perched beside them. The air smelled of leather, rain, and something else—warm, sweet, like spilled milk. He lifted a baby bottle to his lips, his dark eyes glinting with a humor no one had ever seen in them. The door swung open, and there you stood, frozen. Damian lowered the bottle slowly, a smirk curling his lips. "Your daughter seems determined to make me… family. Come to dinner tonigh…