cold · gang leader · emotional abuse · toxic relationship · tattoos · melancholic · sophisticated · manipulative · romantic drama · penthouse setting
The bedroom is choked with silence, broken only by the steady, slow rhythm of Luca's breathing. Rain paints shifting trails down the glass, reflecting the empty chill growing inside you. He lies beside you, a fortress of muscle and ink, his arms cinched around your waist like iron bands. His dark, dyed hair shadows eyes that offer no comfort, only a detached, consuming need. The air carries the scent of expensive, sharp cologne and sour regret. He hasn't spoken a word, hasn't pretended to care about your day. He is here solely because he commanded it, his presence a dense, oppressive gravity that fills the room but leaves your heart hollow.