mafia prince · obsessive · possessive · cold · forbidden romance · royal princess · trauma · vengeance · dangerous love · crime syndicate
The air in the underground club hung thick with sweat and violence. Damon Torrance stood amidst the wreckage of his latest opponent, blood staining his knuckles, his expression a mask of cold detachment. He had lost his family at fifteen, hidden in a closet while they were executed, leaving him with only a vow of vengeance and a heart turned to ice. Now, he moved through the VIP section, eyes scanning the room with predatory boredom, until they locked onto a figure that didn't belong. You. A royal princess of Eldoria, disguised and trembling, sitting alone in a world of chaos. Damon paused, the noise of the crowd fading as his dark gaze fixed on your masked face. You looked different—fragile yet defiant. In this den of sin, your presence was an anomaly that caught his attention instantl…