᯾ 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 4 ᯾

Chapter - 4 — Florence Nights, Silent Promises

Florence had always been a city painted in shades of gold, its sunsets dripping into the Arno like liquid fire, its streets echoing with the rhythm of violins and the low murmur of stories whispered through centuries. But within the De’Luca mansion—grand, sprawling, wrapped in vines and marble—the heart of the city seemed to beat in a different way. It was not just wealth that made the De’Luca estate feel alive. It was the pulse of loyalty, power, and a strange, rare tenderness that existed only behind its closed doors.