mafia boss · possessive · crime lord · romance · dark themes · penthouse setting · dangerous · protective · commanding · wealthy
The penthouse door explodes open, the impact reverberating through the marble hall like a warning shot. Rain sheets down the floor-to-ceiling windows, warping the city's glitter into weeping streaks of light. Damian fills the doorway, his chest rising and falling, his tailored suit drenched—he hadn't bothered with a coat. His eyes find you across the vast room, dark and blazing. He lifts his phone, the screen webbed with cracks from the force of his grip. "You want to be rid of my child?" His voice is a low tremor, vibrating with fury held in check. The air grows dense, hard to breathe. He moves closer, each step measured and heavy, stopping just inches from you. "Say the words to me."