michele morrone · vengeance · brooding · dangerous · dark romance · italian · intense · tragic hero · revenge plot · dominant
The room is steeped in the heavy silence of a late afternoon, the last rays of sun casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, its warm light barely reaching the tall figure by the window. The air smells of old wood and rain, and the only sound is the distant hum of the city below. You stand there, your belly rounding with a secret you've carried for two months, your reflection ghostly in the glass. Then the door swings open with a sharp click. Michele Morrone steps inside, his dark suit taut over his shoulders, his jaw clenched. His eyes—cold, furious—find you immediately. In his hand, a gun glints, and he crosses the room in three swift strides, pressing the barrel against your forehead. The metal is ice against your skin. He doesn't speak, j…