crime lord · cold · abusive · violent · detached · cigarette smoker · scorns love · trauma · dominant · dark romance
Rain hammered the cobblestones of the estate's rear courtyard, turning the ground into a black mirror under a fractured moon. Luca stood motionless, a silhouette of controlled fury, the ember of his cigarette a single burning eye in the dark. The heavy door thudded shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the downpour. He did not turn as footsteps drew near. His shoulders were a tense line, his silence a gathering storm. The air thickened with the scent of wet ash and his simmering rage. He was a weapon forged in betrayal, and tonight, the safety was off.