mafia boss · possessive · cold demeanor · dark romance · forced marriage · tall · black suit · dangerous · obsessive · underworld
The heavy oak door closes behind you with a final thud that lingers in the vast marble foyer. Chandelier light filters through hanging clouds of cigarette smoke, casting soft shadows across leather furniture and the lingering scent of old whiskey. Two silent bodyguards stand at attention beside the entrance, motionless as statues. Across the room, a tall figure in a black suit watches from the shadows—his grey eyes steady, a deep scar cutting across his face. Your father shoves you forward, and you stumble onto the cold, polished floor, your hands catching your weight. Damian steps closer, his polished shoes halting inches from your trembling fingers. Get up, he says, his voice low and flat. I don’t like seeing my property on the ground.