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CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 017.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ I realized too late that being under Raffaele’s protection didn't make things disappear, it only changed the kind of danger around me. At first, it felt like things were getting better. The loan sharks stopped showing up the way they used to, no more banging on my door like they were ready to tear it down, no more constant calls from unknown numbers threatening me with shit I couldn't afford to deal with. When they did reach out, their tone had changed, less aggressive, less desperate, like they were suddenly aware of something that made them hold back. I didn't need anyone to explain it. Raffaele had handled them. One way or another, he had stepped in and made it clear that I wasn't someone they could just push around anymore. And logically, that should have made things easier, should have taken a weight off my shoulders. But it didn't. Because not everyone stepped back. At first, I thought I was imagining it. Just paranoia. Just my mind refusing to settl
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 016.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I didn't need anyone to point it out to me. I could feel it. Clear as day, in the way he carries himself now, in the way he moved through my house like he was just passing through it instead of loving in it. Imran was different. Colder. More distant. Less reactive. And that was saying something, considering how much he used to push back before. This wasn't the same kind of resistance. Before, it had been sharp, impulsive, emotional, like he said as fighting to prove something, to hold onto whatever pride he had left. I could work with that. I understood that kind of defiance. You push, they push back, eventually something gives. But this? This was controlled. Deliberate. Like he had drawn a line somewhere deep inside himself, and decided that's it, I'm not crossing this again. And no matter what I did– He stuck to it. That irritated me more than open defiance ever fucking did. At least when he argued, when he snapped back, there was something real th
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 015.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ What I didn't expect was what came after. For a while, nothing seemed different. Raffaele went back to how he always was–calm, controlled, unreadable. Like that night hadn't happened, like the moment where his hand held mine, where something shifted between us, hadn't meant anything at all. And maybe to him, it didn't. But to me? I felt it. Not in obvious ways, not in something I could point at and say there, that's what's changed. It was quieter than that. Subtle. Something underneath everything he did now, something that lingered in the way he looked at me, in the pauses between words, in the silence that stretched just a little too long. I couldn't explain it. But I knew it was there. And then– At first, I almost missed them. Almost. They weren't direct. Not something I could call out easily. He didn't ask questions outright, didn't demand answers or push me into corners like I expected him to. No. Raffaele was smarter than that. He would say things cas
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 014.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ The night Raffaele came back injured changed something. I didn't realize it immediately. At first, it was just another night. Quiet, like most nights in that house. The kind of silence I had grown used to, the kind that sat heavy in the air and made everything feel just a little too still. I was in the living room, half distracted, flipping through something on my phone that I wasn't even paying attention to. Then I heard the door, it wasn't loud, it never was. But something about it felt… off. I looked up without thinking, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. The sound of his footsteps followed, slow, controlled, but not the same. Not as precise as usual. And that's when I noticed it. The way he moved, Raffaele didn't stumble. He didn't drag his feet, he didn't show weakness. But this– This was different. Subtle, but there. His steps were slower. Not by much, but enough that I noticed. His shoulders were tighter, like he was holding something in, like
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 013.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ The fights didn't start all at once. They crept in, building slowly, like a quiet storm that none saw coming, slowly turning from small disagreements into something heavier. Something much harder to ignore. At first, it was simple stuff. Stupid stuff. Little things that should have mattered. I wouldn't follow an instruction, and Raffaele would correct me with that calm, controlled tone that said everything. He expected to be listened to. It should have ended there. It should have been simple. But it never was. It never stayed small. Every conversation, every moment, carried a tension underneath it, something unspoken that kept us pushing against each other, no matter how small the issue seemed at first. Like a crack in a glass that kept getting wider and wider until you couldn't ignore it anymore. At first, it was me ignoring one of his rules or questioning his decisions. A sideways comment about his behavior. A tiny refusal to follow his orders. It was a game, a
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 012.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I had dealt with difficult people. But this–this was different. I knew resistance was coming, of course. That much was expected. When you live in the world I do, resistance is practically a given. You buy control, you demand exclusivity, you offer things people need, and they will fight you for it. But this? This was different. I hadn't expected this kind of resistance. Not the kind that came with silence. Not the kind that felt like it was slowly building, layer by layer without ever really erupting into something obvious. Imran didn't bend. Didn't adjust. Didn't try to please me the way most people did. He wasn't begging for my approval. He wasn't falling into the routines I had set for him. If anything, he was quietly stubborn. And that stubbornness? It irritated the fuck out of me. I had always been good at reading people, at seeing through the façades they put up. But with him? It was like there was a wall I couldn't climb, a look in his eyes that kept t
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 08.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ Life didn't improve, it only changed shape. The money bought me time, but that was all it did, it didn't fix anything. It didn't erase the weight pressing down on me, it made everything feel more fragile, like I was balancing in something unstable that could collapse at any moment.
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 07.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I didn't think about people twice. That had always been how it worked for me. Faces blurred together easily. Names faded just as quickly. Nights came and went without meaning, without weight, without consequence. Everything existed in a cycle I had grown used to–one I had perfe
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 06.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ I woke up slowly, like my body didn't belong to me anymore. Everything felt heavy. My limbs, my chest, even my eyelids. There was a dull soreness that wrapped me in a way I never experienced before, not sharp enough to make me since, but present enough that I couldn't ignore it. For
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 011.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒Moving into Raffaele's place didn't feel like safety.It felt like stepping into a whole new world, one I didn't fully understand. From the moment I walked in, everything felt… off. Not off, just unfamiliar in a way that made it hard to settle.The house–no, not even a house, more li
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