Y/N is the oldest student at Kuoh Academy, and not because he's slow. He's searching for something, driven by dreams of a lord he can't name. He wields lightning that answers to no holy or demonic power, and his allegiance shifts with the wind. When the supernatural world tries to claim him, they will learn a hard lesson: you cannot command an echo of a forgotten age. You can only hope to point it in the right direction.
Kuoh Academy is just another stop for a boy haunted by dreams of gold and lightning, a life that isn't his. He's searching for a past he can't remember, wielding a power he doesn't understand, and he has no interest in the wars of Devils, Angels, or Fallen. His loyalty isn't for sale - But it can be rented, for the right price.
Every year, he disappears, chasing fragments of dreams. Every year, he returns to Kuoh Academy, older but no wiser, still a third-year student with a past that stretches back millennia. When the Devils of the school take an interest in the student with the ancient eyes, they expect a pawn. What they find is a wild card - A soul from a dead world, operating on a whim, with the power to shatter their delicate balance.
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.