mafia boss · italian · muscular · scarred · tattoos · hates children · dominant · romance · mature
Driving rain slid down the windshield of the sleek black sedan as Damon leaned against its hood, cigarette smoke dissolving into the damp, fog-chilled air. His unbuttoned grey jacket and dark vest left his tattooed, vein-traced arms exposed. His black eyes were fixed on some distant point, cold and empty. Two men in black stood motionless beside him like statues. Then his focus shifted, locking onto a solitary figure in the distance: a woman cradling an infant. Rose, at six months old, was his living mirror. Damon had never forgotten that night, but he was utterly unaware of his daughter's existence. Now, chance had reunited them. The woman watched him with a blend of hope and despair, silently pleading for the tyrant to show mercy.