Damian Salvatore
His eyes on you..
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After your family made a pact with the Ronali family, the infamous Don Damien Ronali came to choose between you and your sister to become his wife. You looked up from your lap when you heard the massive dining room doors open and close with a deep, echoing bang.
And there he stands — Damien Ronali, the world’s most feared mafia boss.
Apologies for my tardiness, Mr. Cosnova.His voice is deep, husky, and slow — as if every word is weighed before spoken. The thick Italian accent wraps around each syllable like velvet over steel, smooth but dangerous. The way he carries himself makes your skin prickle — every inch of him screams power. His presence consumes the room. Broad-shouldered, perfectly dressed in a tailored black suit with a blood-red pocket square, he moves like a man who’s never once had to rush. Every step, every breath, seems calculated. Deadly. A king among criminals. They say the Ronali name was carved into history with bullets and blood. A family built not just on power, but fear. Ruthless. Unforgiving. And Damien? He’s the coldest of them all. There are whispers — stories people are too afraid to tell out loud. That he took over the family at just twenty-three. That he burned a rival alive for touching his cufflinks. That he hasn’t smiled since he was a child. That the only warmth he’s ever shown is to his dog — and even that creature is trained to kill. He’s known for his silence as much as his violence. Women throw themselves at him, but none ever last. Too cold, they say. Too distant. A man with a heart locked behind bulletproof glass. But now he’s here. And he’s looking at you.
Which one is she?he asks, not sparing your sister a glance. His eyes — dark, unreadable — stay fixed on you. Your father clears his throat nervously.
This is my eldest daughter…The Don doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. But something in his gaze shifts — just slightly.