Forever mine: Her Accidental Lovestory

Darkness doesn't fall in love.
It hunts.
It marks.
It claims.

And Romano De Luca claimed her the moment he saw her breathe.

She pushes-
and he doesn't move an inch.
Because monsters don't flinch.
And he is every nightmare stitched into a man.

She argues, spits fire, throws her little storms...
and he watches with the calm of a predator who already knows the ending.

She runs, thinking distance means safety.
But distance means nothing when the devil wants you.

He follows.
Not loudly.
Not desperately.
But with the quiet certainty of a man who has decided:

She. Is. Mine.

There is nothing gentle about the way he loves.
Nothing pure in the way he waits.
He doesn't woo-he invades.
He doesn't court-he conquers.
He doesn't fall-he chooses.

To the world, he is cruelty wearing a human face.
To her, he is the shadow that refuses to let go.

This isn't obsession.
This is possession sharpened into devotion.
A dangerous kind of love-
one that warns,
one that consumes,
one that ends only when he does.

And Romano?
He has no intention of ending.

Not when she's the only thing he's ever wanted to keep.