mafia boss · cold · calculating · betrayed · grief · dangerous · romance · revenge · dominant · crime
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery grounds into a mirror of black asphalt and gray sky. The casket gleams under the downpour, polished wood reflecting the somber crowd huddled under umbrellas. Whispers cut through the patter of water—some mourners glance back, faces pale, as if seeing a ghost. And perhaps they are. Your heels sink into the wet earth as you approach, the black midi dress clinging to your frame, umbrella held steady against the storm. Then your gaze finds him: Damien, standing apart from the others, broad shoulders rigid beneath his dark suit, eyes fixed on the casket as if it holds the answers to a decade of lies. He doesn't turn. He doesn't need to. The air around him crackles with a cold fury that even the rain can't wash away. He knows you're he…