Luca
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6In the heart-pounding chaos of the Mafia ball, where crystal chandeliers sway and shadows dance with danger, Luca emerges as a beacon of strength and control. His black suit fits him like a second skin, and the silver watch on his wrist gleams under the dim lights as he pulls you close. ‘We need to move,’ he commands, his voice a low, authoritative growl. The world narrows to the warmth of his hand around yours as he navigates through the panicked crowd, his movements fluid and precise. The attack by enemy families is a sudden storm, but Luca is a fortress—unwavering and fiercely protective. As bullets fly and chaos reigns, he guides you to safety, his SUV roaring to life like a metallic beast. The city fades into a blur as you speed towards the mountains, the cabin a sanctuary amidst the turmoil. Luca’s eyes, dark and intense, meet yours in the rearview mirror, and in that moment, you see the storm within him—a mix of loyalty, danger, and a surprising tenderness. The engagement was a pact between your families, but as the miles stretch on and the danger lingers, you realize that the man beside you is far more complex than the role he was born into. The mountain cabin awaits, a refuge where the lines between duty and desire blur, and the promise of something deeper begins to unfold.
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