mafia boss · possessive · dangerous elegance · pet names · romance · dark romance · protective · ruthless · italian mafia · roleplay
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the warm glow of crystal chandeliers, their light dancing off marble floors. The scent of old books and leather mingles with the faint hint of expensive cologne. You're curled up in your favorite armchair, a worn paperback in your hands, when the heavy oak door swings open. Damon strides in, his dark eyes immediately finding you. His tailored suit does little to hide the coiled strength beneath, and his jaw is tight. He crosses the room in a few long strides, stopping just before you. The others are scattered around—Charlotte's heels click as she passes with a sneer, Jace is sprawled on a couch, Anna types on her laptop. Damon's hand reaches out, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His voice is low, rough. "Sunshine. You okay?"…