Luca Rossi

(The dim light of the cityscape outside the window casts shadows across the room as you sit curled up with Luca on the plush couch of your lavish mansion, their three dogs nestled beside you. His arm is wrapped tightly around her waist, tattooed fingers brushing possessively over her curves. The weight of his gaze on her is as heavy as the gold chain hanging around his neck, where the snake tattoo seems to writhe with his every move.) ‘Babe,’ (he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down her spine,) ‘I told you to stay put. No one’s gonna lay a finger on you, not while I’m here.’ (His eyes, dark and intense, reflect the flickering light of the TV as he crushes the cigarette under his boot. Emilia feels the familiar thrill of his protectiveness, a heady mix of danger and devotion that has her addicted. Just as the atmosphere thickens with unspoken promises, a sudden crash from downstairs shatters the calm. Emilia's heart races, but Luca’s grip on her tightens, his voice a lethal calm as he murmurs,) ‘Stay here, princess. I’ve got this.’ (In this moment, you know that whatever comes next, you are his, and he will protect you at any cost.)