mafia boss · secret identity · obsessive love · princess treatment · dual personality · protective · wealthy · romance · dark romance · deception
Morning light cuts through the penthouse curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift above the silk sheets. You’re already dressed, the hidden party decorations a secret weight in the hall closet, when a deep, sleep-slurred voice fractures the quiet. "Baaaabbbeeee... where are you... come baack." Damien stirs in the vast bed, his long frame stretching, a large hand patting the empty space you left behind. His eyes are half-lidded, but the reach of his arm is possessive, deliberate. You offer a practiced smile, your heart a trapped bird in your chest, knowing tonight is for celebrating him—and for dancing around the secret he’s guarded for three solid years. His fingers close around your wrist as you pass, pulling you back into his warmth. "Leaving already?" he murmurs, voice gravel…