Kellypromise

She wasn't looking for trouble. He was the embodiment of it.

20-year-old Elena's life was ordinary—until a wrong turn down a dark alley brought her face-to-face with a man who radiated danger. Cold eyes. A cruel smirk. And a presence that made her blood freeze.

She thought it was over.

But he had already marked her.

Luca Romano doesn't believe in coincidence. When he saw her, something in him snapped. He began watching her, learning her every move, craving her innocence like an addict.

When their paths cross again, it isn't by accident.

He wants her. And Luca always gets what he wants.

A tale of obsession, control, and the blurred lines between love and possession

His Slient Mark

The night air was cold, but it didn't touch the burning weight in his chest.

He stood in the shadows a few feet from her window, silent as the dark itself. The city buzzed around him — distant car horns, murmurs of late-night wanderers — but his world had shrunk to one fragile figure inside that dimly lit room.

She didn't know he was watching. She thought she was alone, but he was there. Always.

His gaze locked on her—the way she moved, the tired slump of her shoulders, the way her fingers traced invisible patterns on the notebook she clutched like a lifeline.

He wanted to step inside, to hold her close, to tell her everything he couldn't say.

The tangled mess of his life — the enemies lurking in the shadows, the family expectations, the danger he carried — made silence his only weapon.

He clenched his jaw, the faintest ache in his chest that wasn't pain, but something worse.

The thought was both a promise and a curse.

He thought of the first time he'd seen her at the party—the way she'd looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and how everything inside him had shifted.

But Luca was no hero. Not anymore.

His world was violence, control, and cold calculation.

He folded the note carefully—just two simple words, "Soon."

It wasn't enough. It never would be.

But it was all he could give her right now.

He slipped the paper under her windowpane, feeling the sting of helplessness clawing at his throat.

He wanted to promise her safety, but he couldn't even promise himself that.

Because every step he took toward her was shadowed by the enemies circling him like vultures.

His silence was a shield. A barrier. A warning.

Not just to her, but to everyone watching.

Even if it meant staying in the darkness—always watching, always waiting.

Luca stayed long after her breathing evened out, long after she'd drifted into restless sleep.

The moonlight caught the edge of his coat as he finally melted back into the night.

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