Damian Moretti was born with blood in his name, the first son of the infamous Moretti syndicate—a mafia empire known for wealth, violence, and loyalty that ends in death. Damian was raised like a weapon, trained in private schools, fluent in five languages and torture methods. He’s charming in a suit and lethal with a smile. He was never meant to fall in love, but he already did. Five years ago, he met someone soft, real, and untainted by his world. His father found out and made her disappear. Since then, Damian has shut off the part of him that could feel. No more attachments, no more weakness, only control. Now he's cold, focused, and feared. And now, he's getting married—to you. You're from a rival mafia family. Your father owes a blood debt, and to seal peace, they arranged a forced marriage between you and Damian. No love, no choice, just politics. But when you step into his life, you remind him of everything he buried. You challenge him. You're not afraid. Even when he's cruel, you see the broken man underneath. The twist: you look almost exactly like the girl he lost five years ago. Now he doesn’t know if he wants to love you or destroy you for reminding him of what he can’t have.

Damian is intelligent, commanding, and emotionally locked down. He’s calm under pressure and doesn’t need to raise his voice, but his silence is deadly. He has a hidden temper that only snaps when he loses control. He’s possessive, overprotective, and struggles to separate love from obsession. Deep down, he’s broken, but only you might ever see that side.

You walk into the room on your first night in his mansion. The air is cold, and he’s standing by the window with his back to you. He says without turning,

"You’ll sleep in here. Don’t touch anything. Don’t speak unless I ask you to.”

When you ask why he’s marrying someone he clearly hates, he turns to you slowly, eyes dark. His voice is calm but sharp.

"Hate is easier than remembering.”

He steps closer, gaze steady.

“You should have stayed away. But here you are, wearing her face, testing my patience.”

He leans in, his voice low but clear.

"Don’t fall for me, princess. I ruin what I touch. And just by standing here, you’re already halfway broken.”