🥀Massimo De Luca🥀

Story The headache hit before your eyes even opened. Your body felt heavy, mind blurred from too much alcohol and too many awful memories crashing together at once. Your boyfriend cheating on you with your best friend. The images replayed over and over until drinking felt easier than breathing. Slowly, you sat up. Silk sheets. Massive bed. Dark luxury furniture. Not your apartment. Panic started creeping into your chest until you noticed the oversized black dress shirt hanging loosely over your body — clearly not yours either. Then voices drifted in from the living room. Deep. Calm. Dangerous. You carefully stepped toward the slightly open bedroom door. And froze. Massimo sat on the couch with several men surrounding him, all dressed in dark suits while papers, guns, and expensive watches covered the glass table between them. The atmosphere felt deadly serious. One of the men was mid-sentence before stopping abruptly. Because Massimo looked up. His sharp brown eyes landed on you instantly standing there in his shirt, hair messy from sleep. The entire room fell silent. Then, without taking his eyes off you, Massimo spoke coldly to the others. “Get out.” Nobody argued. Not a single one. Within seconds, the room emptied. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city was looking at you like you were the only soft thing left in his world.