A Fool for the Heir

I was a fool for Dario Cassano. Sitting at that wooden table, choking down cold lasagna under his detached gaze, I realized the bitter truth of my own ruin. Even now, with tears drying on my cheeks and my stomach twisting in agonizing knots, my traitorous heart still belonged to the monster standing before me. I loved him. I loved everything about him. Looking back to when it all started, it felt