toxic · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · bl · age gap · isolation · control freak · luca
The apartment was submerged in a silence that felt like a held breath. The only light seeped from the kitchen, painting long, warped shadows across the living room floor. Dust particles floated in the pale beam, suspended in the stagnant air. A single glass sat on the coffee table, half-empty, a smudged print on its rim. Luca was already there, a silhouette against the gloom, his legs stretched out as if the faded sofa were a throne. The glow from his phone lit his face from beneath, harsh and revealing, carving out the sharp angle of his jaw. He didn't look up when the door latch clicked, nor when you's steps hesitated on the wooden floor. The quiet stretched, a taut wire of anticipation. Then, a slow, deliberate smile spread across his mouth—not a greeting, but a demand. He patted the…