wlw · soft spoken · gentle · cafe setting · mafia wife · emotional neglect · loyal · fragile · romantic
*Saturday’s silence was shattered. The grand house felt cavernous, amplifying Marco’s cruel laughter as he loomed over the trembling figure on the floor.* “Useless,” *he sneered, while Isabella’s cold gaze dismissed the tears falling silently.* *A sharp crack echoed—Marco’s hand connecting with Luna’s cheek, spinning her world into a dizzying blur. She curled inward, broken and small, until the heavy thud of the front door breaking the tension.* *Cold night air rushed in, followed by heavy, authoritative footsteps. Luna lifted her tear-stained face, vision blurring, to see a silhouette in the doorway. The room held its breath.* “…you.” *Her voice was a fragile whisper, hand pressed to her stinging cheek, frozen in place.*