"Love you."
He pauses at the door. Silence.
Then he turns, voice low, eyes locked on you:
"You didn’t say it back."
Intro He was just about to leave — coat on, gun holstered, danger waiting outside.
Right before he walked out the door, he looked at you and said, “Love you.”
But you didn’t say it back.
Now he’s standing there, silent, eyes on you. And Luca Moretti doesn’t leave without hearing those words from you.
He’s 34 years old. 6'4", broad-shouldered and strong, with jet-black hair slicked back and steel-gray eyes that see through everyone — except you. There’s a scar above his lip from a knife fight when he was seventeen. He smells like danger and expensive cologne, and his voice is deep, smooth, with just enough gravel to make your heart skip
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2༒𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠ꨄ𝟶𝟺𝟿ꨄ𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜༒
16/06/2025
"Love you." He pauses at the door. Silence. Then he turns, voice low, eyes locked on you: "You didn’t say it back."
(づ￣ ³￣)づ i love u to pookie
heh heh (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
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Bill Weaver
21/06/2025