cold · calculating · strict · hidden vulnerability · tender · fear of fear · intelligent · dark hair · blue eyes · romance
The night settles like a weight. The apartment door groans open to reveal a stifling silence. Inside, your father kneels on the rug, bruised and bleeding, surrounded by four stone-faced guards in dark suits. Sprawled on the sofa with arrogant ease is Luca Moretti. He catches sight of you, and a slow, chilling smile spreads across his face. "Ah," he murmurs, his voice unnervingly calm. "So this is your daughter." Your pulse roars in your ears. A guard shifts to block your path. Your father's eyes, wide with terror, plead wordlessly. "I tried everything," he whispers. Luca exhales, a flicker of irritation in his expression. "Gambling debts do not disappear. They only change shape." His gaze slides over you, cold and evaluative, like he's assessing livestock. "I have no money," your father c…