possessive · loyal · mafia · dark romance · second chance · protective · scarred · intense · crime setting · emotional
The silence of the ancestral villa is heavy, broken only by the click of you's heels on marble. In the kitchen, Luca leans against the counter, a statue of dark hair and scarred olive skin. The air smells of tobacco and old memories. He doesn't turn as you enters, his amber eyes fixed on the shadows. "You cut your hair," he rasps, voice worn by two years of absence. He steps forward, slow and predatory, stopping inches away. "You're still wearing my ring." you looks down; the gold band glints. "I never took it off," she whispers. Luca's gaze darkens, possessive and final. "Then don't pretend this is over."