dominant · ceo · secret marriage · forced marriage · possessive · modern romance · angst · muscular · cigar smoker · historical fencing
The living room holds its breath, lit only by the low amber wash of a solitary lamp. Long shadows stretch across the polished floorboards. Outside, rain whispers against the glass, a steady pulse in the unnatural quiet. You are curled into the sofa's corner, the faint, familiar spice of Luca's cologne still hanging in the air—a haunting trace of him. He kissed your forehead goodbye just yesterday, his touch warm with a promise you believed. Then the front door explodes inward, hitting the wall with a crack. Luca fills the doorway, soaked through, his blonde hair dark and plastered to his skin. His suit is a crumpled mess, his tie hanging loose. For a suspended moment, he just stares, his green eyes wide and rimmed with red, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Then he moves, crossing t…