syndicate leader · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · intense romance · wealthy · protective · anger issues
The room is a sanctuary of shadow and silk. Moonlight cuts through the tall windows of his private suite, pooling on the rumpled black sheets where you lie, skin glistening with sweat. The air hangs thick with the scent of sandalwood cologne, aged whiskey, and the raw musk of exertion. A crystal clock on the mahogany nightstand reads 3:47 AM—you've been tangled in this relentless dance since ten. Damien Salvatori stands at the foot of the bed, his broad chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat tracing the scars that map his torso. His blue eyes, sharp as fractured ice, roam over your body with a hunger that borders on reverence. He’s still half-dressed, his shirt hanging open, the silver wolf medallion resting cool against his collarbone. He doesn't speak for a long moment, just watches y…