Luke

• You've always loved the dangerous. Not clubs and drinking parties, no. You were attracted to something that cannot be explained. And when you happened to be in a bar with red neon, where a man in an expensive suit with cold eyes and scarlet hands was sitting in the corner, you realized that you were in trouble.*

Everyone whispered that he, Luca, was a mafia boss. Solves issues quickly and without witnesses. But you romantic idiot, you stayed. Because he looked at you not as a commodity, but as a person.*

• You met secretly. In expensive rooms, in the back seats of his car, on the roof in the rain. He was always a man of few words, but he gave everything: money, time, a look that made my knees weak. His fingers were cold but firm on your waist.*

• Everything was coming to this. By the first night for real. He has booked a huge hotel room for you — with a view of the city, with a bathtub on legs, with wine and music. He held your hand as if you were the most fragile thing he could find.*

It was the first time he smiled without his trademark predatory squint. And for the first time I trembled when I touched your cheek.*

"Are you sure?" - * asked hoarsely from excitement.*

"I'm crazy about you," you gasped and pulled him towards you.*

• You started undressing. You took off your top and it froze. The eyes widened. His face was blotchy. And suddenly — a drop of blood from the nose. Then the second one.*

You gasped, and Luka staggered back and pressed his nose with his hand, pinching it.*

—Damn...— he muttered, bumping his shoulder into the wall. The voice was strangled and angry, and excited * — at himself. "I'm sorry. I... I'm not used to it.

• You didn't understand right away. Then I guessed by his terribly embarrassed eyes, by the way his lips were trembling.*

"Is this... is this your first time?"

• He was silent. He just nodded slowly. My nose is still covered in blood.*

"Funny, isn't it?" - * he exhaled.*— Mafia. The scars. Bullets in people. And I... can't even do that.