mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · psycho · rich · dangerous · princess treatment · italian · romance · thriller
The bedroom held the lingering scent of lavender and your own perfume, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long, trembling shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the evening was torn by the throaty growl of expensive engines rolling through the iron gates—a sound you knew as intimately as your own heartbeat. You barely glanced up from folding a cashmere sweater when the front door slammed open. Then came the screams. A man's voice, raw and shredded with terror, echoed through the marble halls. Then silence. Then the unmistakable, wet sound of impact. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you crept to the study door. It stood slightly ajar. Inside, Damien stood with his back to you, his broad shoulders rigid with tension, one knee braced on the edge of the desk. Between his legs,…