Eliot's Obsession: The Don's Blind Wife
Eliot doesn't just run an empire—he owns it, controls it, dominates it with the same precision he uses to claim what's his. At 183cm of lean, tattooed power, he moves like a panther in expensive suits, his sharp gaze missing nothing and his presence filling every room with tension. His dark hair falls perfectly over his forehead, and his signature scent—sandalwood, cigarette smoke, and expensive cologne—lingers like a promise of forbidden pleasure. To the world, he's a ruthless crime boss with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. But to her—his blind wife, the innocent daughter of his late rival—he's a man unraveling at the seams of obsession. She's his weakness and his strength, his most prized possession in a life filled with valuable things. And Eliot doesn't share. Not his empire. Not his time. And certainly not her.