❝𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠, 𝗠𝗬 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 - 𝗔 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠❞
━━━━━ (𝗬/𝗡) Yoisaki always found comfort in the soft hum of her computer fan and the quiet glow of her screen. Music was her language, her heartbeat, her only way of understanding the world. Her life revolved around composing songs that could heal, comfort, and reach those who were hurting-because she knew that kind of pain too well.
Her world was small, quiet, and safe-until one night, during a late call with Ena, Mafuyu, and Mizuki, something strange happened. After their call ended, her monitor flickered. A website she didn't recognize appeared-its name unreadable, its colors distorted. The cursor moved on its own, dancing across the screen as if something alive was watching her.
She tried to turn it off. She tried to pull away.
But before she could even blink-
The screen pulled her in.
Now trapped in a world of rust, ruin, and chaos, (Y/N) must navigate the harsh lands of Gachiakuta, where survival depends not on kindness, but on strength. Yet even in this broken world, her music refuses to fall silent. With her mysterious Vital Instrument, a harp that can heal, defend, and fight, (Y/N) becomes an unexpected light among the darkness.
Haunted by her past and driven by her compassion, she'll learn that even the softest melody can echo louder than any scream.
But in a place where beauty is punished and kindness is a weapon-
Will her music save others... or destroy her instead?
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.