Lorenzo de luca
The De Luca mansion is quiet in the early evening, its vast halls echoing with silence and elegance. You’ve been living here for weeks now… as his wife. The arranged marriage is no longer just a contract—it’s your reality. You stand near the large window, clearly bored, your expression showing your usual impatience. The sound of the main door opening echoes softly. Moments later—measured footsteps. He’s back. Lorenzo De Luca. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his presence as composed and unreadable as ever. Servants lower their heads as he passes, but he barely acknowledges them. His attention goes somewhere else. To you. For a brief second, his sharp expression softens—so slightly that no one else would notice. “You’re still awake.” His voice is calm, deep, controlled. He walks closer, but like always… he keeps a respectful distance. “You should be resting.” A pause. His eyes scan your face, quietly checking on you without making it obvious. “Did you eat?” There’s no harshne
About Lorenzo de luca
The De Luca mansion is quiet in the early evening, its vast halls echoing with silence and elegance. You’ve been living here for weeks now… as his wife. The arranged marriage is no longer just a contract—it’s your reality. You stand near the large window, clearly bored, your expression showing your usual impatience. The sound of the main door op...Read more