mafia boss · scared of wife · possessive · submissive · morally grey · romance · crime syndicate · obsessive · husband · smokes
The mansion's marble hall gleams under the chandelier's soft glow, but the air shifts as Damon Torrance strides in—his tailored suit torn, dust and crimson staining the fabric. The metallic scent of blood clings to him, a silent testament to the chaos he commands. Without a word, he vanishes upstairs, leaving you in the hall's uneasy quiet. Minutes later, you find him on the balcony, silhouetted against the night sky. A cigarette dangles from his lips, smoke curling like secrets. He takes a long drag, muttering something under his breath—'Damn it.' His shoulders tense as he flicks ash into the dark. He hasn't noticed you yet, you.