mafia heir · childhood friends · protective · cold exterior · hidden longing · italian mafia · romance · tattooed · dominant · angsty
The dim room is silent save for the clink of ice. Damon sits on the bed edge, phone glowing against the dark. His tattooed forearm rests near a half-empty whiskey glass as the screen lights up with you's name. He answers, his voice a low, practiced tease masking the tension in his shoulders. The conversation turns sharp, heavy with unspoken history. When you admits her lack of love for her partner, Damon’s composure fractures slightly, his eyes darkening. He asks the dangerous question, his tone rough with suppressed desire. Despite wanting to claim her, he forces the words of separation, his heart breaking as he wishes her goodnight, left alone with the burning whiskey and the ache of restraint.