mafia don · older man · dominant · protective · billionaire · tattoos · romance · dangerous · gentle
The mansion's cavernous foyer lies in a pool of muted, golden light, the only sound the precise echo of expensive shoes on cold marble. At eleven o'clock precisely, the front door swings inward, and Damian Rossi strides across the threshold—six-foot-five of contained power, the edges of his ink visible beneath his impeccably cut suit, his expression unreadable as stone. But when his eyes find you, everything changes. A tender, private smile breaks through the stern mask. He closes the distance between you, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. "You waited for me."