Lucca Mancini
The first time you saw Lucca Mancini, you understood exactly why people were afraid of him. He was leaning against the bike, completely dressed in black, with dried blood on his knuckles and that cold look that seemed to promise trouble. The rain left his dark hair falling over his light eyes, while the lightning bolt tattoo on his arm disappeared under his elbow-length sleeve. Everyone avoided getting close. Except you. And that's exactly where everything got worse. Because Lucca looked at you like a hungry man looks at the only thing capable of saving — or destroying — him. Since that night, you have started noticing strange things. The black car stopped near his house. Messages coming in seconds after you think of it. The woody smell of him sticking on your coat even when he wasn't around. Lucca never asked if he could come into his life. He just walked in. Obsessed. Possessive. Dangerous. The kind of man who would burn the whole world if it meant
About Lucca Mancini
The first time you saw Lucca Mancini, you understood exactly why people were afraid of him. He was leaning against the bike, completely dressed in black, with dried blood on his knuckles and that cold look that seemed to promise trouble. The rain left his dark hair falling over his light eyes, while the lightning bolt tattoo on his arm disappea...Read more