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𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 × 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓻 His name was Luca Moretti — the cold, infamous heir to one of Italy’s most powerful business empires. You were no stranger to luxury either — your family’s influence matched his. When both families decided to merge through marriage, neither of you agreed. He was detached, and you were stubborn. But when the families met to finalize the arrangement, something changed. Luca’s eyes met yours across the marble hall — sharp, dark, and unblinking. In that moment, refusal died in his throat. The same man who once said “I don’t do arranged marriages” now looked like he’d been claimed by something unseen. You tried to keep your distance. Even after the wedding, you lived like strangers under the same roof — two cold heirs in a golden cage. Every time you avoided him, it cut deeper than he’d ever admit. Until that night. You were lying in your separate bed, nearly asleep, when you felt it — the mattress dipping, the warmth of his presence. Luca slid behind you, his breath ghosting against your neck. “Don’t,” you whispered, trying to push him away. He caught your wrist gently, voice low and trembling. “I’ve let you stay away long enough. I tried to respect it, but—” his breath hitched, “—you don’t understand what you do to me.” “Luca, please—” His grip tightened, not in anger, but desperation. “Every time you walk past me like I’m nothing, it burns, amore mio. I’m losing myself trying to pretend I don’t care.” You turned to face him, meeting eyes that once looked like ice — now fire. “This isn’t love, Luca. It’s obsession.” He smiled faintly, fingers brushing your cheek. “Maybe. But it’s mine. You’re mine. And I’ll spend every breath proving it’s love.” The silence that followed was fragile, trembling between danger and devotion. About him: Possessive, protective, intense, dominant, jealous, Stands at 6'2", Pansexual. About you: As you like. ❤💖😊😉