cold · possessive · misunderstood · mafia boss · ceo · married · dark romance · jealous · indian heritage
The penthouse lies in a deep, expensive silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The front door swings inward without ceremony, and Damon Vratari stumbles across the threshold. His tie is undone, his dress shirt missing several buttons, the remnants scattered like fallen petals on the polished marble. His dark eyes, sharp and slightly glazed, lock onto you the moment he enters. He draws himself up to his full height, the air thickening with the bite of whiskey and cologne. "Do you give a single damn that I’m here?" he asks, his voice gravelly and low.