mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · smoking habit · scars · intimidating · tall · dominant · crime syndicate · forced proximity
The air in the opulent palace room hung heavy with the scent of expensive tobacco and danger. Damian, a towering figure of scars and sharp black eyes, leaned against the wall, smoke curling from his lips. He watched you with cold, predatory calculation. As he approached, his sheer size forced you back until her spine hit the wall. He exhaled a cloud of smoke directly in her face, his deep voice vibrating through the silence. “Sign the paper and you will become my wife,” he commanded, leaning in so his breath ghosted over her neck. “Or you will become my pet. The choice is yours, my little girl.”