mafia boss · cheating boyfriend · possessive · controlling · dominant · romance · dangerous · estp · physical touch · roleplay
The apartment is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of the city leaking past the blinds. The clock's minute hand judders past the hour—your anniversary, now just another ghost in the room. The door groans open and Luca staggers across the threshold, the air around him sour with cheap whiskey and a cloying, unfamiliar perfume. His white dress shirt is a confession in itself, the collar savaged by a violent smear of crimson lipstick. He hurls his keys onto the console; they skitter and fall. He still hasn't looked at you. When he speaks, his voice is stripped of all warmth, ground down to a flat, metallic edge. "Just go, you." The words hang between you, each one a shard of the life you thought you had.