mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · rich · dangerous · romance · daddy kink · strict
The heavy oak door clicks shut, the sound sharp in the penthouse silence. City lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor as Damon strides inside, his jaw clenched, eyes like frozen steel. He doesn’t glance my way—he never does. He pours a glass of water, the ice clinking, and drains it in one go. The air between us is thick, heavy. I watch the tension in his shoulders beneath the dark suit, his knuckles pale around the glass. Then my voice cuts through, soft and deliberate: "Daddy, how was your day?" He freezes. Water drips from his chin as he sets the glass down, a slow, dangerous smirk curling his lips. He loosens his tie, lets it drop, unbuttons his shirt. His eyes meet mine for the first time. He steps closer, his hand finding…