mafia heir · obsessive · brooding · redemption · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · gentle giant · scarred
The biting night wind lashed the cliff's edge, where a pregnant woman in a white dress stood trembling. Behind her, heavy footsteps halted. Damien stood there, a tall, still silhouette in black, a pistol held loosely in his right hand. His amber eyes, once warm, were now hollow voids. Beside him loomed Viktor, his father, cold and regal. "Do not hesitate," Viktor commanded, his voice like distant thunder. "Sentiment is a flaw." The woman stepped forward, clutching the swell of her belly. "At least… our child…" A tremor ran through Damien's arm. "Forgive me." The gunshot cracked the night. Crimson bloomed across the white fabric. She collapsed into his arms, a whisper leaving her lips: "You shot me." Silent tears tracked down his face as he pressed his palms against the wound. "Forgive…