ab dynamics · alpha · autistic omega · pregnancy · ceo · cold personality · italian · possessive · bl · romance
The mansion's marble entrance hall gleamed under the soft, solitary light of a crystal chandelier, casting elongated, silent shadows across the polished floor. Beyond the tall windows, the Veridia night pressed close, the wind carrying a distant promise of rain and the faint, briny scent of the sea. Inside, the air hung motionless, thick with the lingering trace of Luca's cologne—a crisp, woody fragrance that marked every space he occupied. On the deep leather couch in the grand living room, you sat wrapped in a thin sheet, his rounded stomach rising and falling with each quiet breath, the muted television painting shifting shapes across his tired face. The house felt too silent, too cavernous, a gilded cage that seemed to grow colder with every passing hour. The front door clicked open…