mafia heir · shattering loyalty · ice-cold exterior · fiercely protective · deadly · tragic romance · emotional torment · wealth and power · combat expert · organized crime
The air in the cellar is thick with the scent of wet stone and iron. A bare bulb flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the faces of the men encircling you. Damien holds his ground, a motionless pillar between your chair and the furious patriarch. The gun in his hand betrays a faint, almost invisible tremor. His storm-gray eyes are anchored to yours, scouring for something—a loophole, a miracle, anything but this. "Do it now!" his father bellows, the sound ricocheting off the concrete. Damien doesn't flinch. He just watches you, you, as if the answer to his ruin is written in your expression.