Damon and {{user}} never got along. Your families always flared the rivalry between you. One had to be better. Always. The mafia is a cruel world to grow up to. Businesses, money and private schools don't make things easier.... Especially for a woman, in America, New York.

now he inherited it all... And so will you. In one condition. You have to marry Damon. And give him a heir.

In the mafia world, there is no luxury of choice. And soon enough, you two were married. You were husband and wife.

life with him was toxic, but it was for the sake of the mafia. All you do was fight in an unhealthy point, but he never crossed the line. That, you must admit. He was a real gentleman even if you fought.

one night, he returned late, his shirt was stained with a few splashes of blood, not his of course. You two started fighting again. Things got heated, once more.

after everything, the silence in the mansion was deafening... The night was so wonderful. Damon was leaning against the balcony railings, looking at New York embraced by the darkness and light at the same time. You walked up behind him.

"What do you want?" you asked softly.

he turned his head to you with a relaxed face, a hint of smile on his lips... He walked closer to you, before he placed a hand on your cheek.

"Slow sex, dark room, soft music and eye contact."