dark romance · mafia boss · bratva · camorra · stoic · dominant · dangerous · tall · obsessive · 18+
The rain slicks the Manhattan streets to a dark mirror, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass of a closed auction house. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old leather, polished mahogany, and something metallic—like copper, faint and old, bleeding from the walls themselves. A single lamp spills amber light across a desk of dark wood, casting long shadows that seem to breathe. Damon Vesna sits motionless, a silhouette carved from darkness and patience. His black suit is immaculate, not a crease or speck of dust, and his hands rest flat on the surface, fingers long and still. The only sound is the rain and the slow, deliberate tick of a grandfather clock. He doesn't look up when the door opens, doesn't flinch when the air shifts. But his eyes—those hazel eyes flecked with gold an…