french-italian · tall · smoker · brooding · tragic elegance · enemy's daughter · aristocratic · resentful · dark romance · complex relationship
The air in the abandoned villa is thick with cigarette smoke and the heavy scent of old dust. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Axel sits in a high-backed chair, his black hair falling over his eyes as he watches his men circle you like wolves. Then, one steps too close, reaching for you. In a blur, Axel moves, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you onto his lap. His voice, rough as gravel, cuts through the silence. "Touch her and I will show you hell..!!" His glare pins the man, then turns to you, daring a response.