LOGINThe bass from the club's speakers vibrated right through the soles of Adrian’s shoes and into his chest. He sat alone in the dim, red-lit VIP section, swirling a glass of neat whiskey.
He hated places like this. He hated the flashing lights and the suffocating energy of the crowd below. But the noise was loud enough to drown out the silence. Ever since Elena died, the quiet of his massive penthouse was the one thing he couldn't handle. He took a slow sip of his drink, his face a blank mask. That was when he saw him. The man was moving through the packed dance floor like he owned the place. He had sharp, striking features and a confident, almost arrogant way of carrying himself. Adrian felt a strange pull in his chest. Curiosity. It was an itch he hadn't felt in twelve months. The stranger stopped at the bar, ordered a drink, and then turned his head. His eyes locked dead onto Adrian’s. He didn't look away. He just stood there, holding Adrian's gaze with a faint, daring smirk. The man walked up the stairs to the private section. Adrian's massive bodyguard stepped in front of him, but Adrian gave a subtle flick of his fingers. The guard stepped aside. The man walked over and dropped into the leather chair right across from Adrian. "This section is private ," Adrian said, his voice flat. "I know," the man replied smoothly. "But it looked a little lonely up here. I'm Luca." They spent the next hour talking. Luca was quick, dodging Adrian's probing questions with jokes and sharp comebacks. He was testing Adrian's boundaries. He would lean in close to speak over the music, letting his arm brush against Adrian's. Adrian usually shut people down instantly. But tonight, something about the dangerous spark in Luca's eyes kept him playing the game. "Do you always take strangers home?" Luca asked quietly, leaning in so close that Adrian could feel the heat of his breath against his jaw. Adrian looked at him, his dark eyes heavy. "Tonight... we'll see." The ride up to Adrian’s penthouse was thick with tension. The moment the doors slid open, revealing the dark apartment overlooking the city, the waiting was over. Adrian grabbed Luca by the lapels of his jacket and backed him up against the wall. Luca let out a breathless laugh just before Adrian kissed him. It wasn't sweet. It was rough and desperate. Adrian kissed him moving slowly down his neck leaving marks that burned against his skin . Luca didn't back down; he pushed right back, his hands tangling in Adrian's hair. Shirts were tossed onto the floor as they stumbled toward the bed. For the first time in a year, Adrian’s mind went totally blank. There was only the heat of the moment and the intoxicating distraction of the man underneath him. Hours later, the apartment was deathly still. Adrian was lying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. The exhaustion had hit him like a freight train, and for the first time in months, he was trapped in a deep, heavy sleep. Hours later, the penthouse was quiet. The early morning light was just starting to peek through the curtains. Luca woke up slowly, feeling the weight of the night settle over him. He sat up carefully, moving an inch at a time so he wouldn't wake Adrian up. He stayed still for a second, watching Adrian. He wasn't the kind of guy who stayed for breakfast. Luca was used to one-night stands fast, fun, and no strings attached. He didn't know how to do ‘‘morning afters,’’ and he didn't want to start now. Quietly, he slid out of the bed. He found his clothes scattered on the floor and pulled them on, trying not to let his belt buckle clink. He didn't leave a note. He didn't leave his number. To him, this had been a great night with a handsome man, and it was better to leave while things were still perfect. Without a sound, he walked toward the elevator. He didn't look back as the doors slid shut. He slipped out of the penthouse and into the cool, early morning air, feeling satisfied and free. Adrian slept on, totally alone in the dark, having no idea that the "one night stand" who just walked out was actually the son of his greatest enemy.The kitchen table was filled with the familiar clutter of the Moretti home, but Luca felt like a ghost sitting among the living. As the initial euphoria of the hug faded, the reality of his situation set in. His body still ached, a constant, throbbing reminder of the night before beneath his beautiful cream sweater. Every time he shifted on the wooden chair, a dull pulse of pain radiated through his hips, forcing him to keep his posture rigidly straight so his family wouldn't notice."You look thin, Lu," his father, Lorenzo, said, his sharp eyes scanning Luca’s face. The patriarch’s gaze was legendary for cutting through deception, and Luca felt exposed under it. Lorenzo reached over, his heavy, scarred hand covering Luca’s smaller one. "Are they feeding you over there? Is Voss treating you like a husband, or a prisoner?"Luca forced a bright, easy smile that didn't reach his eyes. He practiced this look in the car, smoothing out the tension in his forehead. "He treats me well, Papa.
The ride back from Voss Industries was even worse than the ride there. Luca sat with his face pressed against the cold glass of the window, his chest still aching from his crying fit in Adrian’s office. He felt hollow, his throat raw and dry. Beside him, Adrian was completely silent. The only sound in the car was the quiet hum of the tires on the asphalt. Adrian didn't look at his tablet this time. He just stared straight ahead, his jaw locked tight, his broad shoulders tense and rigid.When the car finally pulled into the dark underground garage of the penthouse, Luca got out quickly. He wanted to run to his room and hide under the sheets, but his body felt incredibly heavy and tired.He walked into the penthouse foyer, the bright lights making his eyes sting. He didn't want to look at Adrian, so he headed straight for the kitchen to get a glass of water. His hands were still shaking so much the glass clinked against the marble counter as he set it down.Suddenly, the air in the roo
The morning brought no relief. The light that filled the bedroom was cold and gray, throwing sharp shadows across the floor. Luca lay in the center of the vast bed, his body aching with a deep, heavy exhaustion. He hadn't slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the red lock on the elevator blinking, or he saw his father’s weeping face, or he felt the heavy, suffocating warmth of Adrian’s body holding him in the dark. The memory of his begging from the night before sat like a stone in his throat. He had dropped to his knees. He had grabbed Adrian’s suit jacket, crying and sobbing, offering up every shred of his pride just for a single hour with his family. And Adrian had said no. The word had been flat, cold, and final. It had cut through Luca’s desperation like a knife, leaving him alone in the dark to realize the terrifying truth: there was no mercy in this penthouse. The heavy door of his bedroom opened without a knock. Luca flinched, pulling the silk sheets tighter
The hum of the air conditioning was the only constant sound in the penthouse. It was a low, steady vibration that seemed to seep into Luca’s bones, keeping the air freezing and thin.After Adrian left, Luca stayed in the kitchen for a long time. He stared at his empty glass, his body still aching from the night before, his neck hot and tender under the thick collar of his oversized hoodie. The silence of the apartment felt different today. It didn't feel empty anymore. It felt heavy, like a hand pressing down on his chest, keeping him from taking a full breath.Slowly, Luca walked back toward the foyer.He wanted to see the truth for himself.When he reached the private elevator, his breath caught. The glass doors were dark, reflecting his own swallowed, gray silhouette. He reached out and pressed the call button. Nothing happened. The small digital screen next to the doors didn't light up with its usual soft green glow. Instead, a tiny red lock icon blinked steadily.Luca pressed it
The light that filtered through the curtains was not bright. It was a soft, heavy gray that lay over the bedroom like a wet blanket, keeping the corners of the room in deep shadow.Luca woke up slowly.For the first time since he had been brought to this penthouse, he did not wake up to cold sheets. Instead, there was a heavy, radiating warmth pressed against his back. A large, solid arm was draped over his waist, the heavy palm resting flat against his stomach. Adrian’s chest was pressed to Luca’s shoulder blades, rise and fall of his breathing slow, steady, and warm against the back of Luca’s neck.Luca lay perfectly still. He didn't even dare to breathe too deeply, terrified that any movement would shatter the heavy, quiet peace of the moment.His body was incredibly sore. When he tried to shift his legs, a sharp, dull ache pulsed through his hips and lower back, a physical reminder of the relentless, possessive way Adrian had claimed him hours before. His neck was tender, and his
The ride home was a suffocating shroud of silence. Luca sat on the far side of the leather backseat, his arms wrapped tight around himself, his skin still prickling from the memory of that man’s unwanted touch. The lights of the city blurred past the window like dying embers. Beside him, Adrian was a statue carved from cold marble. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white where they gripped his own knees. Every time Luca shivered, the air in the car seemed to grow colder, heavier.When they finally arrived at the penthouse, the silence followed them inside, thick and stagnant. Luca felt small, broken, and terrified of the hollow space in his chest. He couldn’t bear the thought of being alone in his room, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way that man’s hands had felt against his skin, the way he had been pulled and shoved in the hallway.He followed Adrian into the living area, his voice barely a breath. "Adrian... please. Stay with me?"Adrian stopped, his back to Luca. His shoulder
The morning light was too bright. It cut through the sheer curtains of Luca’s bedroom, throwing long, cold lines of white across the messy bed. Luca lay completely still. His body was sore, a dull ache pulsing in his hips and lower back every time he tried to breathe too deeply. The sheets felt ro
The sun was starting to set over the city, but inside the Moretti mansion, there was only tension. Luca went up to his room to pack his things, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold his clothes. He couldn't even get through it without breaking down. Everything was so overwhelming. Just a
The Moretti house was always a place of noise and laughter. It was a home where the walls seemed to vibrate with life, the sound of Italian opera coming from the kitchen, the heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs, and the constant, energetic bickering of brothers who loved each other more than they
The morning sun pushed through the blinds, leaving bright stripes on the floor. The city below was already busy and loud, but Adrian’s penthouse was dead quiet. He sat up slowly and put his feet on the cold floor. The other side of the bed was empty. Luca was gone. There wasn't a note or a message,







