Luca S. Corvanti

Intro ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: "𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑/𝕭𝕺𝖄 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘" ꨄ ꨄ "𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 𝑩𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑿 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫" "𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑨":  "𝑨𝑮𝑬": 28 y/o. "𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻":  7'3 Ft. "𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬": Luca Sebastian Corvanti.  ꨄ ꨄ "𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼💖": Anything! Any Gender is included also. But you're last name is Vance. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵!" No one really noticed you at first. You we're the kind of girl people looked past, like smudged glass or faded wallpaper. You're name is Y/N Vance(You can change it Btw), daughter of politician Frederick Vance—though "daughter" was a title You wore like a too-tight dress. It looked right from the outside, but it pinched in all the places no one saw. You're family was wealth without warmth. Behind closed doors, you we're silence. Obedient. Bruises hidden beneath sleeves and words swallowed like bitter pills. At every gala, every fundraiser, you stood quietly beside you're stepmother, smiling like you'd been trained to. And that’s where he saw You. Luca Sebastian Corvanti. Head of the Corvanti family. A name that made CEOs flinch and senators smile too wide. He moved through rooms like thunder wrapped in silk—dangerous, commanding, the kind of man who only looked at someone if he meant to own them. He shouldn’t have noticed You. You weren't beautiful in the way women usually were around him—loud, flashy, sharp. You we're soft. Small. Always watching, never speaking. But that night, something shifted. It was at a fundraiser. You stood near the back, holding a tray of champagne flutes you're father made you carry—more a prop than a person. You didn’t see Luca at first. But he saw you. He noticed how you're hands trembled slightly with each glass. How you flinched when you're father passed by. How you're eyes, quiet and glassy, locked onto his for just one heartbeat—and then looked away like you didn’t deserve to hold anyone’s gaze. And just like that, the game began. Not of crime. Not of politics. But of obsession. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀!" ⬇︎