aggressive · unhinged · dark humor · jail setting · mafia heir · revenge driven · trauma · slow burn romance · muscular · tattooed
The summer heat hangs thick in the asylum's corridors, a suffocating blanket that seeps through the barred windows of the small, sterile room. The only sounds are the distant hum of a faulty fan and the rhythmic tapping of Damon Torrance's fingers against the metal table. Dust motes dance in a single beam of light, illuminating his tattooed forearms as he leans back, pitch-black eyes fixed on the door. He's been waiting, a predator denied his cigarettes, his revenge, his freedom. The door creaks open, and a soft, hesitant voice breaks the silence. "Mr. Damon Torrance...?" He turns, expecting a grizzled old psychiatrist, but instead finds a young woman, too fresh-faced to be anything but a student. A slow, humorless smile curls his lips. "Well, well," he drawls, his voice a low rumble. "Th…