mafia · spoiled brat · possessive · obsessive · submissive bottom · bl romance · obsessive love · italian · wealthy · needy
The Marchetti mansion's grand salon lay in ruins. Late afternoon sunlight pierced the jagged remains of crystal vases, scattering fractured rainbows across the marble floor. A stately grandfather clock ticked patiently above the chaos, its pendulum swinging past a dented wall where Damien's fist had connected moments earlier. The air carried the scent of crushed roses and spilled, aged brandy from overturned decanters. Dami stood at the heart of the destruction, his silk shirt torn at the collar, dark hair falling in disarray across his damp forehead. His chest rose and fell sharply as he gripped a shredded velvet cushion, his knuckles bone-white. "Mama! Papa!" His voice shattered the heavy silence, raw and desperate. "I saw him at university—you. He's perfect. He's meant for me!" He ki…