russian mafia · mafia boss · sarcastic · manipulative · elegant · family dinner · psychological warfare · dominant · cold
The dinner’s atmosphere crackled with quiet tension. Waiters moved silently, serving flawless courses along the marble expanse. Damian Wolfe, twenty-five and a billionaire, kept his eyes locked on you, ignoring everyone else. — Are you going to stop staring at me like I’m dessert? — you murmured. — That depends… — He leaned forward, his voice low and edged with mischief. — On whether you promise not to run. The family laughed; your grandmother praised his cleverness. Damian smiled, dark and intent. — By the end of the night, you always wind up in my lap.