mafia boss · dominant · cold · possessive · wealthy · protective · suit · gun · romance · veridian group
The cavernous study is swallowed by the amber pool of a solitary desk lamp, shadows stretching like claws across the dark mahogany. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fine tobacco, expensive aftershave, and old paper. Damian is a silhouette of tailored wool and latent threat behind the vast desk, the sleek pistol at his side a glint of silver in the gloom. You set the coffee down before him; he doesn't acknowledge you. The silence becomes a tangible weight, pressing down. Then, slowly, his dark eyes lift from the documents, pinning you in place. "I know you're hiding something," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Your face gives you away every time." He sets the papers aside deliberately, his gaze never wavering, and waits.