Dark Grasso,
An eldest Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head of Italian mafia transportation.
A sociopath.
Moon Diaz,
The daughter of the Diaz mafia.
A doctor and psychologist.
An empath.
When Moon runs away from her home...
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The amount of control Dark is holding over my mind is indescribable.
He said he'd let me have his controls but it is him that control me. The woman I become around him is someone I had never even thought about. His presence vex me and I want to be around him all the time. We argue every time we talk, we piss each other off and we can't stand each other's ego... and yet, and yet,
I don't know what to name that yet.
But I'm sure, it's nothing more than a simple lust.
.
Dark and I are two poles of the magnet. Attracted to each other physically but opposite. He's rigid as mountains, I'm flexible as an ocean. He's the dusk and I'm the dawn. He's all the action and I'm words. I'm just another star, trying to survive in the universe while he is the black hole, holds the power of destruction.
We will only suffer together.
The moment he first held me under the gunpoint, I knew, he and I will never get along on casual basis. I thought I died that day but I was taken to the hospital right after I fade out due to gunshot sound.
Dark shot a bullet at me, though it was meant to scared me but that doesn't matter. It could have killed me. The day after that, he welcomed me with a knife on my neck, the day after that he tried to choke me and the day after that, he got tired of threatening to kill me.
There's a one thing I noticed about Dark is that, if he doesn't kill you in first attempt, he didn't wanted to kill you. That doesn't mean he will never kill you. Once the level of his patience reaches to peak, he makes sure you beg for death.
He is a complicated person, yet, simple like that.
.
Perhaps,
He is not entirely cruel, the world he lives in makes him.
Perhaps,
He faced a lot while being a child that it pulled out the rigid man inside.
Perhaps,
He is someone who has never been loved without a reason, and now, he can't live without one.
.
"How do you feel now?" I whispered, tightening my arms around his bare torso. His skin so warm against my cheek, his muscles so hard and body tall like a huge wall. Golden brown tone, like a sand under the summer sun mixed. "Better?"
"Cured." He gently hold my hands wrapped around his stomach and brushed his thumb on it. He is one of the deadliest person in the Italy, yet, the safest. His voice sounded relaxed than before, and breathing calmer.
"Good." I touched my lips on his backbone, sliding my hands up on his stomach and his abs clenched. His muscles are so hard and structured, like he forged them in the fire.
