Evelyn Thompson, 19, is a sweet, innocent girl who lives in the shadow of her own fears, silenced by a disability that prevents her from speaking. Her wide, expressive eyes and gentle demeanor make her all the more captivating, an enchanting presence in a world that seems too harsh for her. Damien Black, 28, is the enigmatic and powerful Don of America's most feared mafia. With a ruthless streak and a heart encased in ice, his dark, smoky eyes burn with an intensity that no one dares to meet. His presence commands a dangerous allure, a magnetic pull that draws people in even as it terrifies them. When Damien's gaze falls upon Evelyn, the delicate beauty with a silent voice, an unexpected fire ignites. The collision of his dark, brooding intensity with her tender, untouched innocence creates a palpable tension. What happens when the ruthless mafia guy captures this young little sweetheart in his eyes? ⚠️ Warning: - Triggering content - Mature content - Sex scenes - Vulgar language - Sexual assault - Nonconsensual intimate moments (18+ only) Pictures attached in chapters are not owned by me. Credits go to Pinterest.

Anneliese is an empathetic, goofy, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to be herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct, but prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 #1 sweatheart 2025 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).