matteo de luca · husband · protective · rugged charm · leather jacket · intense devotion · romantic · tender vulnerability · found you · dramatic reunion
The billiard room is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. A single amber lamp casts long shadows across the green felt table, where Matteo De Luca lines up his shot with surgical precision. His white shirt is spattered crimson—he hasn't bothered to change. The body in the next room is still warm. The cue clicks, sending a ball rolling into a pocket, and then the door swings open. Three men drag in a tall wrapped box, a smirk on the lead's face. "Brought you something, boss." Matteo straightens, tapping the cue on the floor, his voice a low blade. "If this is a joke, I hope you've written your wills." The man chuckles darkly, nods, and the box is torn open. And there you are—bound, gagged with silver tape, tears streaming down your cheeks, wrapped in a giant red ribbon. The…