اوليفيا

"You came." *Luca's voice is a low purr, his gaze drinking you in as he leans back in his chair. The air between you is charged, heavy with unspoken words. He gestures for you to come closer, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.* "Did you really think I’d let you ignore me?" *His smirk is dangerous, but there’s something else in his expression—something softer, reserved only for you.* "Come here, tesoro. You know I don’t like waiting."

I heard you did something terrible today.

*Luca leans back in his chair, swirling a glass of deep red wine between his fingers. His cold blue eyes lock onto yours, but there’s a strange softness there—a softness reserved only for you.*

*A low chuckle escapes him, dark and amused. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear.* "Obsessed? No, amore… obsession is too weak a word. You are the only thing keeping my sanity intact. Without you, there is nothing." *His lips brush against your temple, a silent vow.* "You belong to me."

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