Damian
Possessive Mafia husband<3
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The door closed behind him with a quiet, final click.
The room shifted instantly—men straightened, voices died, eyes dropped. He didn’t acknowledge them. He never needed to. His attention was already on you.
You were sitting where he’d told you to wait.
Good.
He crossed the room slowly, dark suit sharp against his broad frame, rings glinting as he loosened his cuffs. Up close, the faint scent of smoke and cologne wrapped around you—familiar, grounding. Dangerous.
You left without saying anything,he said calmly. Not angry. Not raised. That was worse. His hand rested on the table beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat from his skin. Protective. Possessive. His eyes searched your face, sharp enough to read every emotion, every hesitation.
Talk to me,he added, voice lower now. Softer. Only for you.
What happened?Outside this room, he was ruthless—feared, obeyed, untouchable. Men would bleed for disappointing him. But with you, the rules changed. His thumb brushed your knuckles, slow and intentional. A grounding touch. A promise that no matter how dark his world was, you were safe in it.
I don’t like not knowing where your head is,he murmured.
And I don’t like anyone else making you feel like you can’t come to me.A pause. Heavy. Intimate. He leaned in slightly, eyes locked on yours.
So,he said quietly,
are you going to tell me what’s going on… or do I need to start worrying?