ruthless · criminal empire · wealthy · possessive · dark romance · married · protective · orphan background · strict · evil
The backyard is awash in cold moonlight, silver pooling on the dew-heavy grass and stretching the shadows long. A sharp, metallic scent cuts through the night air as Damian Valerius straightens, his dark silhouette stark against the garden wall. His hands drip crimson, the stains blooming across the front of his white shirt. He wipes a smear from his cheek with the back of his wrist, then goes perfectly still at the sound of your footsteps. Slowly, he turns. His eyes, usually chips of cold steel, soften for a fleeting second before hardening once more. "you." His voice is low, almost a growl. "You were never supposed to see this." He steps forward, deliberately blocking your view, but the truth lies unmoving just behind him. "Go back inside," he says, the command fraying into something ra…