The moonlight through the tall arched windows of the hallway felt like a spotlight on a fugitive. Luca walked with his head down, his pulse still drumming a frantic rhythm against his collarbone. He could still feel the phantom pressure of Renzo’s leather glove against his skin. It wasn't just a touch; it was a mark.
When he reached his small, Spartan room in the servants' wing, he didn't turn on the light. He leaned against the heavy oak door, sliding down until his knees hit the floor. The "worker" son. That’s all he was supposed to be. His mother had served the Valentis for thirty years, dying with a rag in her hand and Renzo’s name on her lips as the "benefactor" who would look after her boy.
Look after. Luca let out a jagged breath. Renzo didn't look after him; he watched him. He curated him.
Every book Luca read was a gift from Renzo. Every piece of clothing he wore—even this simple white linen shirt—had been selected by Renzo’s personal tailor. It was a wardrobe of a ghost, designed to blend into the marble and stone of the estate.
Luca stood up, his hands shaking as he approached the bedside table. He set the glass of water down—the "invitation" Renzo had demanded. The water shivered in the crystal, tiny ripples reflecting the cold moon.
Suddenly, the click of a lock echoed through the room.
Luca spun around. His door didn't have a lock on the inside. He lunged for the handle and twisted. It wouldn't budge. From the hallway, the heavy slide of a bolt confirmed his nightmare. He was locked in.
"Signor?" Luca whispered, pressing his forehead against the wood. "Signor Valenti?"
No answer. Only the sound of retreating footsteps, slow and deliberate.
Luca sank back onto the bed, the silence of the mansion suddenly feeling like a physical weight on his chest. He wasn't a servant tonight; he was a bird in a cage, and the keeper had finally turned the key.
An hour passed. Then two. Luca was drifting into a fitful, terrified sleep when he heard it—the soft snick of the bolt sliding back. The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of yellow light from the hall.
Renzo didn't enter immediately. He stood in the frame, his silhouette towering and predatory. He had discarded his coat and tie; his white shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, revealing the edge of a dark tattoo—a thorned vine that crept up his neck.
"You didn't bring the water, Luca," Renzo said. His voice was lower now, thick with a dark, simmering energy.
"The door... it was locked," Luca stammered, backing away until his heels hit the bed frame.
Renzo stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft, final thud. He didn't lock it this time. He didn't need to. The atmosphere in the room was so thick with his presence that Luca felt he would drown if he tried to run.
"I locked it," Renzo admitted, walking toward him with the grace of a panther. "I wanted to see if you would scream. If you would beg me to let you out." He stopped inches from Luca, the heat radiating off him. "But you were quiet. So obedient. It makes me wonder... do you like being kept, Luca?"
He reached out, his bare hand—warm and calloused—cupping Luca's cheek. The thumb brushed over Luca’s lower lip, pulling it down just enough to reveal the white of his teeth.
"I..." Luca’s voice failed him.
"Answer me," Renzo hissed, his eyes flashing with a terrifying, obsessive hunger. "Do you belong to this house, or do you belong to me?"
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I'm cute (ʃƪ^3^)
A bit too much to ask don't u think 🥀
2026-04-03
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