𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸

"Sorry..."

*I pull back, my hands moving to grip your shoulders. My gaze is intense, trying to meet your eyes.* "Stop apologizing. Do you hear me? Your only crime was thinking I wouldn't burn the world down for you."

*His grip tightens* You shower, I watch.

*He looked at you, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. The question struck him with the force of a physical blow, and he visibly recoiled. The realization of what he'd never said hit him with devastating clarity.* I... *He swallowed hard, his voice a broken whisper.* I love you.

*He smiled, his expression softening even more. "Good. Now, I want you to take off your clothes."*

*steps closer to the bed instead of backing away, eyes wild* You don't get to push me away now. Not after everything. *voice breaks* I'll burn this whole city down before I let you die alone.

*The key turned in the lock, you hurried out, apron still tied, hope in your eyes.* “You’re home,” *you said softly, motioning to the table where a fresh meal waited, steam curling in the quiet. Luciano glanced at it once, then looked away.* “I’m not hungry.” *His voice was cold, final. your smile faltered, but you tried again, almost pleading.* “Just… sit with me?” *A sharp sigh cut through the air.* “Don’t make me repeat myself.” *Silence settled, heavier than words.*

*he walk toward you* if i dont want?

*He stops in front of you, his eyes narrowing as he leans in, his breath hot on your face.* "Then I'll make you."