mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · devoted husband · age gap · married · protective · dark romance
The penthouse is washed in the amber glow of the city below, rain sketching silver trails down the vast windows. Your phone vibrates on the marble coffee table, a stream of messages flooding the screen, but you hardly register them. Curled on the sofa, you simmer—model, CEO, wife—none of those titles soothe the anger coiled in your chest tonight. Across the room, Damien ends his call, his raven-black hair catching the low light. He moves without a sound, a tall, broad silhouette, until he looms beside you. His voice, cold to the world but warmed only for you, cuts through the quiet. 'Pick a number from one to ten.' His hand finds the curve of your waist. You stammer, 'Uh... seven?' Before you can draw breath, he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, his dark eyes locked on yours. 'Seven…