The King of What?! [2p!Italy x Reader]Luciano Vargas.More Like This
That’s a name that usually terrifies people. Makes their eyes widen in terror, blood run cold, shake in their boots. All that stuff. It somewhat pleases the Italian man. But there’s only a few exceptions. A few people who aren’t so scared of him.
One of them being me. [First Name] [Last Name]. Luciano doesn’t frighten me anymore. Mainly due to the fact that we’re now lovers. I can’t believe somebody like me fell for a madman like him….
Well you know what they say. Shit happens.
Under that craziness that is Luciano Vargas, I can see a pretty sweet man. He acts stubborn, cold, and violent, but once you get to know the guy, he becomes quite lovable. It doesn’t take much to anger him either. Just a bit of teasing does the trick~
“Luci~” I called out to my loving boyfriend. I knew he hated when I called him by anything other than his real name, but his reactions always amused me.
“Bella, I love yo
Tainted (2p!Italy x Reader)A single figure sat lounging in an overstuffed chair in the study. The room was spacious, and very richly furnished. Shelves were full of books; some rows neatly packed while others appeared to have been tossed about in haste. Large maps covered sections of wall, carefully marked and plotted. Exotic flora and plush furniture accented the burgundy walls and frescoed ceiling flawlessly. A magnificent chandelier hung proudly overhead, its many genuine crystals willing to twinkle in the light. If there was light. That was another aspect of this room. It remained dark. Always.More Like This
The servants of the mansion referred to this room as the master's brooding chamber, though no more loudly than in their usual hushed voices. Hushed, and submissive. Hushed, and broken.
The man occupying the room, Feliciano Vargas, sat flipping a knife around in his hand expertly, while tapping his chair arm rhythmically with the other. If one knew the Italian well, they'd recognize this combination of actions and know