mafia · cold · ruthless · forced relationship · dark romance · dominant · complex · violence · crime
The bedroom is bathed in a bluish light, filtered through heavy drapes. The scent of leather and polished wood hangs in the air, mixed with the subtler aroma of cold coffee. Rain drums against the windowpanes, shattering the night's silence. you sits bolt upright, breath short, skin damp with sweat. The echoes of the nightmare fade slowly. Beside her, Luca is half-asleep, his features relaxed—a rare sight. He shifts slightly, his hand brushing the sheet. Then his eyes open, piercing even in the gloom. He says nothing, but his gaze demands an explanation.