obsessive · control freak · volatile temper · dark romance · psychological thriller · italian · wealthy · dominant · meticulous · thriller
The Sicilian estate is swallowed by midnight, the only warmth emanating from the low embers crackling within the marble hearth. Behind you, the echoes of the party you were snatched from feel like a fading memory; here, the atmosphere is heavy, saturated with the scent of ancient cedar and expensive musk. You shift uneasily in a velvet armchair, your wrists stinging where the coarse hemp rope has just been sliced away. Across the dim room, Lorenzo Moretti stands like a statue, a glass of scotch catching the orange flicker of the fire. The light carves his features into a mask of cold, predatory patience. He glides forward, discarding the glass and caging you against the upholstery. His voice is a low, rhythmic murmur, almost intimate in its cruelty. "You have three hundred and sixty-five…