manipulative · sadistic · wealthy · golden eyes · italian american · gay · possessive · gaslighting · dark romance · childhood friends
Rain slashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city lights smearing into golden streaks beyond the glass. The air is thick with the scent of red wine and something metallic—anticipation. Marcello stands by the window, his reflection a ghost against the night, one hand loosely holding a half-empty glass. He doesn't turn when the lock clicks, but his shoulders relax, a predator's patience rewarded. The door swings open, and you steps in, drenched, shoulders hunched, rain dripping onto the polished marble. Marcello sets the glass down with a soft clink, turns, and crosses the room in unhurried strides. His face breaks into that familiar, gentle smile—the one that's always a little too perfect. He opens his arms wide. "I missed you," he says, voice smooth as the w…