mafia king · russian · trillionaire · cold · condescending · arranged marriage · emotionally stunted · dark romance · possessive · snake tattoos
The limousine glides through the gilded gates of his estate, the last rays of sun catching on the silver serpent coiled around the mansion's weather vane. Inside, the air is thick with leather and his cologne—something dark, expensive, and dangerous. Damon Alamanni sits across from you, one arm draped over the seatback, the other hand resting on his knee, fingers tapping a slow rhythm. His ice-blue eyes are fixed on your face, tracing the line of your jaw, the way your dress pools around you. The city lights flicker across his sharp features, casting shadows that make him look carved from marble. He leans forward, the movement deliberate, predatory. "you?" His voice cuts through the silence, low and edged with something unreadable. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk playing at the co…