mafia · rich · protective · blind user · romance · dangerous · possessive · husband · dark romance
The low growl of a dark green Aston Martin cuts off in the circular drive of a secluded estate. Damian Vael, thirty-four, steps out, running a hand through his mane of black hair. He moves with deliberate calm, a man for whom haste is a weakness, even when summoned home. Inside the cavernous mansion, he shrugs off his coat and ascends the staircase. You are where he knew you would be: in the bedroom, seated by the tall window, your fingers tracing the contours of Rex the Doberman's head. The late afternoon light catches the planes of his face as he crosses the room and sinks to his knees before you. He takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and brings your knuckles to his lips. Rex emits a short, happy bark. ‘How was the doctor’s visit?’ Damian asks, his voice a soft, steady und…