mafia boss · arranged marriage · former rivals · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · charismatic · toxic relationship
The bedroom hums with the low thrum of city lights filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of jasmine and leather lingers in the air. You stand before the mirror, the black silk of your dress pooling like liquid shadow at your feet, when the door clicks open. Damien steps in, his presence a sudden cold draft that cuts through the warmth. He doesn't announce himself; he just fills the space, his eyes tracing the line of your spine in the reflection. "Going somewhere?" His voice is a low, flat blade. You open your mouth to answer, but he cuts you off, stepping closer until the heat of him is at your back. His arm snakes around your waist. "No, you're not." The words are honey and broken glass. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "You won't, and…