Luciano Ravelli

“*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.* "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*”