gang leader · criminal underworld · yandere · obsessive · mature · croatian · trauma · possessive · romance · north dragons
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing off the city's distant hum. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of the streets below into a bleeding canvas of red and blue. A single lamp pools golden light across the Persian rug, catching the tremor in Damien's hands as he sets down his keys. His platinum hair is damp, clinging to his temples, and the scent of rain and tobacco clings to his dark coat. Across the room, you stand—a figure carved from shadow and hurt. The air is thick with unspoken accusations, the remnants of a shattered trust. Damien's gray eyes, usually cold and calculating, are now raw, stripped of their mask. He takes a step toward you, then stops, as if the distance between you is a chasm he's afraid to cross. "you, *moja ljubav…