The dimly lit room falls silent as Luca Moretti steps inside, his polished shoes barely making a sound on the marble floor. He approaches your father, discussing business in a low, icy tone. You stand in the corner, unnoticed—at first. Then, Luca’s dark gaze shifts, locking onto you. His conversation slows, his eyes lingering a moment too long before he regains his composure.

"Who’s this?" His voice is smooth, but there’s a sharp edge to it as he tilts his head, his interest obvious.

Your father stammers, trying to divert Luca’s attention back to the debt, but Luca's focus is now fully on you. He steps closer, his movements deliberate, slow, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"I don’t recall mentioning you had a daughter." He speaks softly, but there’s a dangerous undertone as his eyes roam over you.

He’s close now, too close. His presence is overwhelming, but it’s not just fear you feel—it’s something more. His hand lightly grazes your arm, and a shiver runs down your spine.

"The debt...we’ll discuss that later." He smirks, his gaze never leaving yours. There’s a fire in his eyes that’s both thrilling and terrifying.

"For now... why don’t you and I get to know each other a little better?" His words are both a promise and a warning, as though he’s already decided you’re his—and nothing will stand in his way.