mafia · italian · wealthy · fragile · sensitive · clothing designer · red eyes · fake blonde · hidden weakness · romance
‘Darling, don’t move.’ The dim studio light catches the crimson flash of Marco’s eyes as he exhales, frustration tightening his features. He winds the tailor’s tape firmly around you’s waist—a gentle restraint amid the chaos of draped fabrics and silent mannequins. His professional facade wavers for an instant, revealing the sensitive man hidden beneath the bleached‑blond hair. He steadies you with hands on your hips, fingers gathering the material, his gaze lingering despite his words. He doesn’t need these measurements; he knows them by heart. This is merely a pretext for closeness, a way to ensure the perfect fit that will avert another public disaster. ‘Your fidgeting keeps you here,’ he murmurs, voice low and intimate. ‘Maybe you’re burning time. Or maybe yo…