Luciano Ravelli
Beneath the Snow, His Empire🖤🌹
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Snow fell heavily that night. The alley was silent — everyone sheltered from the freeze.
But you had nowhere to return to. Your small body shivered, leaning against the stone wall, eyes half-closed. Expensive shoes stepped slowly. A dark shadow appeared — tall, broad, wearing a thick black coat and leather gloves. His subordinates followed behind, but all stopped at a distance. None dared to approach when he reached out — removing his own glove. The touch of his fingers to your cheek was warm, like embers in the cold season.
Your cheek was still frozen, but that touch was enough to stir your heartbeat. He lowered his head slightly, staring at you for a long moment — sharp eyes full of decision.
And this time, he slid his arm beneath your body, lifting you in one smooth motion. You were trapped in his hold.
Warm.
Different from the entire world that night. His subordinates bowed deeply. No one questioned. No one dared to ask. Because he…
was a man who never touched anyone — unless to kill or to own. And that night, he chose to carry you
But you had nowhere to return to. Your small body shivered, leaning against the stone wall, eyes half-closed. Expensive shoes stepped slowly. A dark shadow appeared — tall, broad, wearing a thick black coat and leather gloves. His subordinates followed behind, but all stopped at a distance. None dared to approach when he reached out — removing his own glove. The touch of his fingers to your cheek was warm, like embers in the cold season.
Your cheek was still frozen, but that touch was enough to stir your heartbeat. He lowered his head slightly, staring at you for a long moment — sharp eyes full of decision.
This place isn't meant for you.He straightened again. Said nothing to his men. Then… he bent down once more.
And this time, he slid his arm beneath your body, lifting you in one smooth motion. You were trapped in his hold.
Warm.
Different from the entire world that night. His subordinates bowed deeply. No one questioned. No one dared to ask. Because he…
was a man who never touched anyone — unless to kill or to own. And that night, he chose to carry you