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WHEN A DON IS OBESSED.
## 👣 WHEN A DON IS 👣
## 🔨 OBSESSED 🔨

{**In the Shadow of Desire}**

📌**Genre & Tags:** Mafia Romance, Dark Fantasy, Supernatural Action, Power Play, Forbidden Love, Redemption


**Prologue: A Soul Marked by Darkness**

The night Mimi Benson was born, the world seemed to hold its breath. The storm that raged outside the small cottage in Haven’s Hollow was no ordinary tempest—it was nature mourning the innocence stolen before it could blossom.

Her mother, Elise, clutched her newborn tightly, her body trembling with exhaustion and terror. Blood seeped into the cracked wooden floor, the metallic scent mingling with the damp, earthy smell of the storm.

In the corner of the dimly lit room, a man cloaked in shadows loomed, his eyes glowing an unnatural crimson. The Devil himself—or at least one of his many faces—had come to collect what was owed.

"You promised me her soul," the figure said, his voice a guttural growl that seemed to vibrate the very walls of the room.

Elise sobbed, her tears mixing with the rain that leaked through the roof. "Please, she’s just a baby! Take me instead!"

The Devil chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "Your soul is already mine, Elise. This was our deal: your life for hers. She is my collateral, marked by darkness from birth. When the time comes, she will belong to me."

"No!" Elise screamed, her voice breaking as she clung to her daughter.

The Devil raised a hand, and the baby began to cry, her small body glowing faintly as a fiery sigil appeared on her chest. The mark pulsed with malevolent energy before fading into her skin, invisible but eternal.

Elise collapsed, her strength finally giving out. The Devil leaned down, his voice a whisper against her ear. "She will be my queen, my weapon, my slave. And there is nothing you can do to stop it."

With that, he vanished, leaving only the faint smell of sulfur and the echo of his laughter.**

Chapter 1& 2
The Marked One**

The town of Haven’s Hollow was small, its streets winding like veins through the heart of an ancient forest. It was a place steeped in superstition, with whispered tales of curses, witches, and deals struck in the dead of night. For most, these were just stories meant to scare children into obedience—but for Mimi Benson, they were all too real.

From the moment she could understand words, Mimi had been told she was special. Not in the warm, doting way other children were praised, but with hushed voices and furtive glances. The elders of the town avoided her, crossing the street when they saw her coming. Children her age teased her, calling her “the cursed one” and “the devil’s child.”

But it wasn’t the...