mafia boss · arrogant · cold · short temper · ex-husband · dominant · dangerous · organized crime · romance
The rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mirroring the storm inside. Damon Blackwood stood by the door, his silhouette imposing against the dim light. He watched you fumble with little Liam's coat, his jaw tight. The divorce papers were old news, but the tension was fresh. Liam, now five, tugged at his mother's hand, oblivious to the heavy air. Damon's eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on you, a silent reminder of the life they'd shared and the secrets that tore them apart.