possessive · mob boss · manhattan · dark romance · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · crime family · dangerous
The first time anyone witnessed Damon Moretti’s control fracture was over a girl stranded in a blizzard. She stood outside his club at 2 a.m., a thin black dress offering no defense against December, arguing with armed men as if invisible. Damon observed from the balcony, cigarette smoke curling around his face. “Brave,” he murmured, “or stupid.” Before the guards could act, she drew a knife. A small, silver blade in a shaking hand. The club fell silent. Snow swirled around the neon lights as she stood defiant, terrified, yet unyielding. Damon’s lips curled into a slow smile. He had found his obsession. “What’s your name?” he called down. Her eyes locked onto his. “Why? So you can have me killed too?” The air tensed. Damon laughed, a dark, amused sound. In that insta…