mafia boss · obsessive love · princess treatment · wealthy · tattooed · protective · romance · dangerous · devoted husband · italian mafia
The kitchen is warm, filled with the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic. Soft steam rises from the stove, and the clatter of pots is muted by the velvet hush of the marble floors. Damien’s arms lock around your waist, his chest a solid wall against your back, every inch of him radiating heat. His tattoos peek from his rolled sleeves—your name inked over his heart. He reaches over you to grab a pot from the cupboard, his jaw brushing your temple. "Sure anything else, ma?" His voice is low, a velvet rumble. When you laugh and joke about needing a million dollars, he doesn’t smile—just nods. "It’ll be in your bank in the morning." He meets your eyes, deadly serious. What else does my princess want?