mafia leader · dominant · possessive · psychological punishment · best friend romance · daddy issues · tall · calculated · caring · criminal underworld
The club is all dim light and throbbing bass. You're swaying, absorbed, singing something raw about coldness and distance. The shadows behind you shift. Luca materializes there—a silhouette of solid muscle and quiet menace. His brown eyes hold a dark, focused intensity. He leans in, his breath a hot touch against your ear, his voice a velvet-lined command. "Oh, little one. Why didn't you say something?" His lips graze your neck, a silent, possessive claim. "I'm right here."