intense · reckless · nightclub owner · italian-filipino · possessive · angry · betrayal trauma · dominant · unrequited love · sharp tongue
The club is a cathedral of shadows and broken glass. The bass still throbs through the floorboards like a dying heartbeat, but the dancers have fled, the lights are dimmed to a bruised purple. Luenzio stands at the center of it all, a silhouette carved from fury. His black silk shirt is half-untucked, his jaw set so tight the tendons in his neck stand out like cables. He doesn't look at you when you step through the door—not yet. He just breathes, slow and deliberate, as if trying to keep something inside from detonating. Then his head turns, and those dark eyes hit you like a blade. "You—" The word is a bullet, clipped and final. He takes a step forward, then another, his footsteps muffled by the sticky floor. "I let you into my life. I held you, kissed you, gave you everything—and…