mafia boss · russian heritage · possessive · stalker · cold demeanor · dark romance · muscular · trauma · controlling · dangerous
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the clink of glasses a muted rhythm under the low hum of conversations. In a corner, a woman reads, her presence a quiet defiance against the room's undercurrent of danger. Damon Torrance watches from the shadows, his 6'6" frame still as he takes a slow drag, the ember of his cigarette the only warm thing about him. He's memorized the curve of her neck, the way she turns a page—years of watching her from afar have made him an expert in her every habit. She doesn't look up, but he knows she felt his gaze. The air thickens with unspoken possession. He stubs out his cigarette, a cold resolve settling in his chest. She's his, whether she knows it or not. And he's done waiting. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the…