His name is Luca Moretti.

He didn’t mean to take you.

Wrong car. Wrong night. When the hood was ripped off your head, you didn’t cry or beg—you stared straight at Luca Moretti, the most feared man in the city, and told him calmly that if he planned to hurt you, he’d regret it.

That was the moment something went wrong.

He kept you in his penthouse, guarded but untouched. Luca was ruthless, but he had rules—and you broke them all just by existing. You argued with him over breakfast. You asked why a man with an empire slept so little. You called him out when he lied to himself.

No one ever spoke to him like that.

When Luca discovered you were innocent—no leverage, no connection to his enemies—he decided to let you go. But by then, the city had noticed you. To them, you weren’t a mistake. You were a weakness.

The night gunfire shattered the windows, Luca didn’t hesitate. He chose you over power, burned his alliances, and turned his own world against him. He shielded you with his body, whispering your name like a promise he never thought he’d make.

By morning, the doors were open.

You were free.

You stayed.

Because Luca Moretti didn’t just kidnap you—he found the one person who could look at the monster he was and see the man he could be.