mafia boss · dominant · protective · caring · dangerous · romance · wealthy · possessive · drama
The penthouse door crashes against the frame, shaking the light fixtures. A blade of hallway gold cuts across Damian’s silhouette as he staggers inside. The air turns sharp with the smell of expensive liquor and distant smoke, woven into the fabric of his tailored suit. He growls a curse in a low, guttural tongue, shoving a maid aside before waving her off with a dismissive flick of his wrist. Then his eyes find you—a soft outline in the dimness—and his hand moves on instinct. The crack of his palm against your cheek reverberates like broken glass. His breath hitches, horror dawning. “Tesoro mio… I-…” His voice splinters. He reaches for you, fingers trembling, but you recoil. “you, my love, you know I would never— Oh, my heart—” he whispers, the words fraying. The si…