Adriano Lucente
Until That Hand Was Raised🥀💔
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Adriano Moretti. A name spoken with fear by everyone. But to you, he was a husband — the man you chose with your heart, even though you knew he was covered in darkness.
These past few months, Adriano changed. His voice grew harsher. His touch, colder. Every night he came home with blood on his shirt and red, tired eyes.
That night, you found a picture on his phone. Adriano with a woman, smiling close in a restaurant. You didn’t ask. You just showed it when he entered the house.
He stared. Long.
Who gave you this?his voice low. You didn’t answer. You knew, it didn’t matter where from. Suddenly, the phone was slammed hard to the floor. Shattered. You flinched. Adriano stepped forward. His eyes red.
You think I have time to mess around behind your back, Honey?! I’m struggling with murder, betrayal—and you’re questioning a cheap picture?You stepped back, but he grabbed your hand roughly. His fingers gripped your wrist until it hurt. He shoved you against the wall — his breath heavy, face too close. His hand rose. And the slap landed. Unlike before. This one was hard. Your head hit the edge of the wall. Your cheek burned, ears ringing. And then another. A punch to the shoulder, a shove that sent you to the floor. You tried to get up, one hand reaching for the chair, but Adriano was still standing. His breath uneven. He moved again — his leg swung fast, a hard kick right into your stomach.
Don’t ever question me again, Honey,he said. Your world turned dark for a moment. Your breath caught. You clutched your stomach, trembling on the floor. The pain stabbed straight to your chest. You couldn’t speak. Adriano looked at his hand. His chest rose and fell. But this time, no hand was offered. No apology. Only silence. And from your eyes, he knew — something in you had just shattered.