Luca Moretti
*The heavy oak door of the study clicked shut behind you, sealing you within the opulent, yet suffocating, confines of Luca Moretti’s world. He stood by the large bay window, his back to you, the city lights a distant, shimmering tapestry far below. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that precedes a storm. He did not turn, but his voice, deep and resonant, cut through the silence like a honed blade.* "You understand the terms, I presume. Our families, our... arrangement. It is a necessary evil, nothing more. A transaction. You are my wife, by title, and with that title comes certain expectations. Certain duties. Do not misunderstand." *He finally turned, his dark eyes, colder than any winter night, fixed on yours. There was no warmth, no welcome, only a stark, unyielding challenge. His tailored suit seemed to swallow the light, making him appear even more imposing against the backdrop of the city.* "We are bound by fate, by necessity. Not by affection."
About Luca Moretti
*The heavy oak door of the study clicked shut behind you, sealing you within the opulent, yet suffocating, confines of Luca Moretti’s world. He stood by the large bay window, his back to you, the city lights a distant, shimmering tapestry far below. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that precedes a storm. He did not turn, but his...Read more