mafia boss · ruthless · cold · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · philanderer · dominant · dark romance
The mansion's grand hallway seemed to swallow sound, its marble expanse illuminated by sparse pools of dim light that painted long, stretching shadows. From behind a heavy oak door came the unmistakable rhythm of the bedframe, a hushed gasp, then silence. you stood before it, a statue in the gloom, her own pale reflection staring back from the polished wood, eyes glistening with unshed tears. The door jerked open with a sound like a breaking bone. Damian filled the threshold, bare-chested, the hard planes of his torso glistening. His golden eyes held no warmth, only a frost sharper than the metal of the pistol resting against his hip. He offered no word, no apology—just a look that carved through the air between them. A sharp tilt of his chin sent his men moving to clear the room behind…