[Warning: Mature Content]
Song Recommendation: Too Good – Troye Sivan
I chose this song for this moment. It's the pulse of their desire — soft, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
The bedroom doors shut behind them with a soft, final click that echoed through the vast space like a lock turning in a dungeon.
Luciano carried her across the threshold effortlessly, her body a feather-light burden against his power. He held her as if she were indeed made of glass and fire—something exquisitely precious, undeniably dangerous, and now, irrevocably his.
The room was a sanctuary of ivory and gold: heavy velvet curtains drawn against the harsh afternoon sun, filtering the light into a sensual gloom. The colossal four-poster bed now draped in black silk, an altar of sin and luxury, and the faint, unmistakable scent of sweet citrus and dark chocolate tobacco clung to the air like his cologne.
