He was an asshole but he loved her more than he hated himself. Or A rewriting of their relationship during season 3

When a wealthy Russian family arrives in Rome, the Smirnovs' lives promise to stir up trouble in the exclusive milieu of young high society. The father, an influential businessman, and the mother, owner of a prestigious clothing and makeup brand, have moved to the Italian capital with the intention of expanding their empires. But their children-Lilia, Alexander and Dasha-have their own challenges to face in a world where appearances are everything. Against a backdrop of luxury, ambition and dangerous relationships, the Smirnovs will have to face the challenges of an unforgiving city, where money can buy everything except peace. What will fate have in store for them? And how much are they willing to risk to protect their image and their secrets?

If you're 16 and live in Rome's most beautiful neighborhood, you're lucky. That's what Fiorella Romano would be considered to be. Pretty face, big group of friends, parents with nice jobs. Perfect life for a perfect girl. But when she's touching up her makeup in the bathroom and comes across two girls she's seen as strangers her whole life... how long can this wall of perfection stay upright?

they only want you when you're seventeen . . .

A girl who mistakes cruelty for affection. A boy who only knows how to love through control. Alessia grew up believing that pain and attention were the same thing that if someone hurts you, it only means they care enough to stay. Niccolò x Female oc

She had all of her mother's beauty, but none of her nature. ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ Niccolò Govender Rossi, Female OC Baby

An unlucky bride makes a deal with a God of War to bless her marriage. Unfortunately, her husband has other plans and leaves her for dead at his altar. #8 in Romance #1 in Gods #2 in Fantasy Romance #65 in Love

( FULL BOOK NOW AVAILABLE VIA THE LINK IN MY BIO ) A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *