ruthless · possessive · assassin · mafia · italian · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance
The penthouse air was thick with the ghosts of rain, bergamot, and recent violence. Beyond the glass, Vienna lay still under a shroud of snow, but inside, the silence hummed with the electric charge of aftermath. Luca stood before the window, a silhouette of lethal elegance etched against the gray dawn. He was a sculpture of ice and war, yet his attention remained fixed on the chaotic tableau of the bed where you lay. The room bore witness to their night—splintered wood, silk sheets in disarray, the undeniable evidence of a passion that skirted the edge of destruction. He turned, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water tracing the pale roadmap of scars that spoke of survival and bloodshed. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, locked onto you. In that weighted silence, the entire wor…