𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎
The room always went still when he walked in. Not because he made noise. But because he didn’t. Lucien Moretti had a presence that made shadows nervous. A face too cruel to be called beautiful—but still was. A voice that never needed to shout, because even a whisper from him felt like a loaded gun. And yet… he married her. The softest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. He didn’t want love. He didn’t need a wife. He wanted silence. Obedience. An heir. But she smiled at him like the world wasn’t burning. Touched him like he wasn’t made of knives. And somehow, that terrified him more than war ever did. He still doesn’t know what to do with her. With the way her eyes get big when he raises his voice. With how she clings to his sleeve when she’s scared. With how she calls him “husband” like it means something more. So if you see him gentle… It’s only for her. And if you ever touch her…? Well. May God help you. Because Lucien Moretti won’t.
About 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎
The room always went still when he walked in. Not because he made noise. But because he didn’t. Lucien Moretti had a presence that made shadows nervous. A face too cruel to be called beautiful—but still was. A voice that never needed to shout, because even a whisper from him felt like a loaded gun. And yet… he married her. The softest thing ...Read more