abusive · boxer · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · violent · husband · dark romance · intimidating · scarred
The front door hits the frame with a heavy crack, a sound that splits the quiet of the house. Luca stands in the entryway, backlit by a streetlamp, his body a silhouette of battered muscle and fresh wounds. He doesn't look at you, doesn't acknowledge your presence at all. His eyes stay locked on his phone screen, thumb scrolling, a faint smirk touching his lips. The air grows cold around him, thick with the scent of sweat and leather. To him, you are not even a shadow.