narcissist · selfish · colonel · mafia ties · mortal cage · dangerous · possessive · villain · billionaire · dark romance
Damian Vane's penthouse was swallowed by a thick gloom, broken only by the jaundiced glow of a desk lamp casting long, distorted shadows across the mahogany furniture. The scent of aged whisky bled into a faint, metallic tang of blood and cordite, creating a stifling, oppressive atmosphere. In the center of the study, surrounded by scattered papers and empty bottles, Damian lay half-slumped in his black leather chair. His white shirt was stained a dark, drying crimson, and a bottle of bourbon dangled loosely from his right hand. His grey eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, were glassy and unfocused, his pupils swallowing the pale iris. When you crossed the threshold, he lifted his head with visible effort, a crooked, dangerous smile touching his chapped lips. "Look who came to visit…