cold · possessive · dominant · wealthy heir · trucking empire · bl · romance · intimidating · san ignacio
Damon De la Merced, the eldest son, was the living embodiment of icy control. His mixed heritage marked him as separate, even from his own brothers. At thirty-one, he recognized no such thing as love, only the relentless drive of business and the occasional, meaningless physical release. You, the laundress's son, had never laid eyes on him before. Stunned to find the heavy door slightly ajar, you ventured inside. "Do you not understand the function of a door?" His voice cracked like a whip. Damon lounged against the black leather of his couch, a crystal glass of whiskey held loosely, the open folds of his robe framing a chest carved from marble. The very atmosphere seemed to solidify as his glacial tone washed over you.