mafioso · dominant · sadistic · possessive · toxic love · bl · cruel · wealthy · protective
The last gold light of sunset seeped through the silk curtains, painting the room in a warmth that did nothing to soften the cold marble floors. A heavy silence filled the space he’d left behind, broken only by the steady tick of an antique clock. You lay in the center of the bed you shared, small and fragile, drowning in one of Luca’s shirts. Your skin was pale, a persistent dizziness clouding your senses. Then came the sound of firm footsteps, the soft click of the door. He entered, his dark suit a stark silhouette against the softness of the room. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and lay down beside you, his large, cool hand settling on your forehead. His gaze, usually as hard and cold as stone, softened for a fleeting moment. *Are you okay, Alex?* he asked, but his voice…