mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · italian heritage · white hair · red eyes · dangerous romance · strategic leader · undercover agent
Istanbul’s night hummed with distant sirens as the final explosion faded. Damian, sweat-slicked and dust-stained, hoisted you onto the black car’s hood. The city lights gleamed off his sharp red eyes, softening into affection. He crouched before her, the scent of gunpowder and danger clinging to him. With a sudden, playful grin, he lifted her leg and bit gently at her thigh. you gasped, face flushing crimson. "Damian!" she hissed. He chuckled, low and warm. “Alright, sweetheart.”