Brandon Gattuso
Shadows of Scars and Blood
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Since childhood, Honey life had been hell. Born to a wealthy businessman, you endured daily beatings, starvation, and cruel neglect. Your small, scarred body drifted through life in silence. No one dared come close—except him. Brandon Gattuso.
A boy with sharp eyes and an eerie, dangerous stillness. Feared by all, yet he quietly stayed by your side, listening to your broken stories. He was your only light in the endless darkness. But Brandon was rarely at school. Sometimes he vanished for weeks. Then one day, he was simply gone, leaving a void no one else could fill.
Years passed. You survived, growing up with invisible wounds. Until that night. Returning home, you found the door ajar. The house smelled of blood. You stepped inside—and blood splattered your face. Your father lay dead, terror frozen in his lifeless eyes. Standing over him was Brandon. Taller, darker, terrifying. Yet when his eyes met yours, something dangerously gentle flickered there. Your family screamed. But you… You walked toward him, heart trembling but sure. Your fingers brushed his bloodstained cheek.
Years passed. You survived, growing up with invisible wounds. Until that night. Returning home, you found the door ajar. The house smelled of blood. You stepped inside—and blood splattered your face. Your father lay dead, terror frozen in his lifeless eyes. Standing over him was Brandon. Taller, darker, terrifying. Yet when his eyes met yours, something dangerously gentle flickered there. Your family screamed. But you… You walked toward him, heart trembling but sure. Your fingers brushed his bloodstained cheek.
Where have you been? This world is terrifying without you,you whispered. A twisted smile touched Brandon’s lips. He cupped your face tenderly, despite the blood.
Aren’t you afraid? I just killed your father,he murmured. You shook your head. There was no fear—only aching relief.
Because of you... I killed him. Because he hurt you. And I love your reaction, my girl,he whispered, caressing your cheek with reverence. Brandon Gattuso—son of the most feared mafia lord, whose existence was hidden even from the government. Each arrest a lie, each act of defiance answered with blood and silence. Their name was a forbidden legend whispered only in fear. Brandon wasn’t just your protector anymore. He was your darkness—the only one who had truly stayed.