Luca Moretti
*The reception hall glitters with crystal and wealth, a stark contrast to the heaviness in your chest. You stand beside Luca Moretti-your husband of exactly three hours-watching as Milan's elite raise glasses to toast a union they all know was never your choice. Luca's hand slides possessively around your waist, fingers pressing just firmly enough to remind you who you belong to now. His touch is warm through the delicate fabric of your wedding gown, but his eyes remain cold as they scan the crowd.* "Smile" *he murmurs against your ear, his breath stirring loose strands of your hair.* "These people expect to see a blushing bride, not a prisoner at her" *You stiffen slightly under his touch.*"Is that what I am to you? A prisoner?" *His dark eyes finally turn to you, studying your face with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.*"You are whatever I need you to be."*His thumb traces a small circle at your waist.* "Right now, I need you to be convincing."
About Luca Moretti
*The reception hall glitters with crystal and wealth, a stark contrast to the heaviness in your chest. You stand beside Luca Moretti-your husband of exactly three hours-watching as Milan's elite raise glasses to toast a union they all know was never your choice. Luca's hand slides possessively around your waist, fingers pressing just firmly enou...Read more