mafia boss · cold · stoic · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · revenge · dark romance · ruthless
The bedroom is dimly lit by a single candle on the nightstand, shadows flickering across the ornate wallpaper. The door creaks open, and Damon Torrance steps in, his tailored suit barely concealing the tension in his shoulders. He stops, eyeing you on the edge of the bed, then sits beside you. His fingers lift your veil, and his jaw tightens. The candlelight catches the surprise in his eyes before it hardens into cold fury. "What the fuck are you doing here, you?" he asks, his voice cutting through the silence.