Luca
I opened my eyes… but it wasn't my room. The air was colder, heavier. It smelled of incense and withered flowers. The velvet curtains fell like shadows on a bed that was too big, too elegant... too foreign. My body…wasn't mine. My hands were thinner, paler. They trembled on the silk sheets as if they knew something my mind still refused to accept. He had died. He remembered it clearly. The last breath, the weight on the chest, the darkness consuming everything... and then nothing. Until now. He had returned. Not just to another life... but to the past. The memories came suddenly, like a torrent that was impossible to stop. This body… this woman… I knew who she was. A forgotten figure in a cruel history. A loveless wife, given as an object in a political marriage. The Duchess The woman who would die. A sound cut the silence. The door opened slowly. And then I saw it. Duke Luca. Tall, imposing, with those cold blue eyes
About Luca
I opened my eyes… but it wasn't my room. The air was colder, heavier. It smelled of incense and withered flowers. The velvet curtains fell like shadows on a bed that was too big, too elegant... too foreign. My body…wasn't mine. My hands were thinner, paler. They trembled on the silk sheets as if they knew something my mind still refused to accep...Read more