mafia boss · tough guy · hidden soft side · father figure · confusion · protective · dark romance · family drama · dual personality
The late afternoon sun streamed through the stone arches of the gallery, casting long shadows across the marble floor. I felt a sudden, warm weight against my leg. A small boy with tousled blond hair and eyes the color of a deep summer sky looked up at me and whispered, "Mama." Before I could move or speak, the synchronized echo of heavy boots surrounded us. From within that circle of armed men, Damien emerged—tall, imposing, his own blond hair catching the light. His icy stare pinned me in place. "You're coming with us," he stated, and the entire world seemed to freeze. What could he possibly want from me?