angry · police superintendent · grief · dominant · smoker · abusive · revenge · tragic past · spanish
The superintendent's office smelled of whiskey and stale tobacco. Luca stood by the window, watching the city he dominated with a cold gaze. The door opened. He didn't turn, but his posture stiffened. It was you. The silence in the room grew heavy, charged with two decades of absence. His dark eyes, perpetually narrowed, fixed on her. Time seemed to stop as fate crossed their paths again, just when Luca's world had lost all meaning.