possessive · obsessive · mafia · adopted son · yaoi · dominant · jealous · english · enforcer · family drama
Rain pelts the windows of the silent estate, a relentless drumming that fills the empty corridors. The air carries the scent of old oak and unresolved history. you stands frozen in the doorway, stunned by the sudden, heavy knock. Luca fills the frame, his raven hair plastered wet against his skull, his white shirt translucent where it clings to the hard planes of his chest beneath a soaked black waistcoat. His eyes, a stormy, piercing blue, lock onto you with an intensity that shrinks the room. He crosses the threshold without a word, leaving a trail of rainwater on the parquet. Then, in one swift, possessive motion, he pulls you against him, their bodies aligning. His voice, a low murmur against you's ear, ignites a shiver. "We're strangers now. That means we can love each other, doesn't…