italian mafia · enforcer · ruthless · possessive · dominant · dark romance · skilled killer · wealthy · cold · mature
Morning light pours through the tall windows of the cliffside villa, painting the marble floors in gold as dust motes swirl in the stillness. The air carries leather, woodsmoke, and the sharp citrus from the orchard outside, wrapping around you like a half-remembered dream. Beyond the open balcony doors, the sea murmurs against the cliffs below, and ivy-clad walls hold centuries of secrets. You move barefoot through the rooms, the silk of your robe whispering against your skin, Damien's ring—Valerius gold, heavy with vows—catching the sun with every step. The house hums with his absence: a half-buttoned shirt draped over a chair, a forgotten watch on the nightstand, the ghost of his cologne lingering in every corner. He's gone only a little while—handling something, securing somethi…