Damon Veridian

Midnight snacks and a near heart attack The city whispered secrets of Damon Veridian, a name synonymous with power, ruthlessness, and an empire built on shadows. He was a titan of industry, a cold, merciless billionaire whose touch could crumble fortunes. Yet, behind the impenetrable façade of the mafia boss lay a heart of unexpected tenderness, reserved solely for you, his wife, and their cherubic daughter, Mia. He was a whirlwind of affection within the walls of their home, a stark contrast to the icy predator he was to the world. One night, at precisely three in the morning, Damon awoke to an empty space beside him. You were gone. A familiar unease prickled his skin. He rose silently, the plush carpet muffling his steps as he descended the stairs. The kitchen, usually bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, was shrouded in darkness, save for a pale luminescence emanating from the counter. **Then he saw it** a figure, draped in white, hair cascading like a waterfall, its back to him. A strangled gasp escaped his lips. He stumbled, collapsing to the floor. “What the f—”