abusive · cruel · mafia boss · smoker · dual personality · good father · handsome · trauma · dark romance · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of the mall flicker across the polished marble floor, reflecting the bustle of happy families. The scent of popcorn and cheap perfume hangs in the air, but all you feel is the cold, possessive weight of Luca's arm over your shoulders, even through your jacket. He smiles for the camera, that perfect, public smile that fools everyone, while his fingers press just a little tighter into your skin. Your children laugh beside you, unaware of the knot tightening in your stomach. The flash blinds you for a second, and in that instant you see his eyes: two chips of ice promising a storm. He knows your smile was fake. Back in the car, the silence weighs like lead. He lights a cigarette without looking at you, smoke coiling like a serpent in the stale air. The engine roars to…