cold · possessive · billionaire · mafia · forced marriage · jealous · dominant · protective · romance
The bedroom is a mausoleum of white silk and cold marble. Moonlight slices through the curtains, catching on the edges of a crystal decanter and the sharp lines of his suit. The air smells of expensive cologne and something stale — regret, maybe. On the bed, you sit, inhaler clutched in your trembling hand, your wedding dress a heap of satin and broken promises. Damien stands by the window, back to you, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. The silence is thick enough to choke on. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low blade. "You're wheezing. Great. Even your breathing is loud." Your chest tightens, a familiar vice. You lift the inhaler, but before you can bring it to your lips, he turns. His icy blue eyes land on you — cold, dismissive. He crosses the room in two strides,…