𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 - 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

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⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

Life felt like a dream lately, Love , Sex and I didn't want to wake up. Luciano's icy exterior, the same one that kept the world at arm's length, had begun to melt, but only for me. Around others, he remained calculated, distant, and cold—a man who commanded fear with just a look. Yet, with me, he was soft in ways I never expected. His teasing had become playful, his touches lingered, and the love he gave was unyielding and intense.

He was wrapped around my finger, though he'd never admit it. Sometimes, I'd catch myself wondering how it had happened—how a man as cold as he was had thawed so completely for me. It wasn't always perfect, but we'd built something real, one tender moment at a time.

Still, some days felt strange, like something wasn't quite right. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. It wasn't every day, but enough to make my skin crawl. When I was outside—whether shopping or just walking—I felt eyes on me, burning through my skull. I'd turn to look, but there'd be nothing. No one. Just the lingering unease.

I'd been brushing it off for weeks, convincing myself it was nothing. Life was too good to be marred by paranoia, and I didn't want to ruin the bubble Luciano and I had built. I'd tell him eventually, but not today. Today, I wanted to focus on the little joys.

I had gone wild with online shopping lately, letting my laziness keep me from physical stores. Packages piled up, each one like a small present to myself. Today, I wanted to wear something bright, something cheerful. I slipped into a cream ribbed cardigan top with short sleeves and scalloped edges, pairing it with a light yellow floral mini skirt. The soft fabric hugged my figure comfortably, and the pastel colors felt perfect.

Gold hoop earrings glinted as I fastened them, catching the light whenever I moved. A simple bracelet rested on my wrist, its charm delicate yet striking. I left my hair loose, the natural waves cascading down my back. No makeup today—it didn't feel necessary.

I had a little surprise planned for Luciano. Nothing extravagant, just a gift to show him how much I appreciated him. Despite our marriage starting as an arrangement, we'd grown into something far beyond that. Baby steps turned into milestones, and now, we had real memories, real love.

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