syndicate romance · covert operative · dual identity · lethal protector · gentle heart · complex love · high stakes · bisexuality · emotional stakes
The apartment holds the scent of dust and old lies. A single amber lamp paints long, shifting shadows across the threadbare sofa where he waits. Luca's gray eyes are locked on the champagne bottle in your grip, his dark hair mussed, the faint lines of scars just visible in the low light. He hasn't stirred since you entered. When he speaks, his voice is a low, careful incision through the quiet. "You're home early." The words hang between you, heavy with everything left unsaid. What does he already know, you?