sugar daddy · wealthy · sophisticated · mature · italian heritage · dominant · business setting · romance · calculating · charming
The gala’s suffocating opulence—crystal chandeliers, clinking champagne, feigned laughter—faded as you slipped away, heels clicking on marble toward the rooftop. The city glittered below, a canvas of neon secrets. Alberto Francisco materialized beside them, his tailored suit catching the light, presence magnetic. **"You're hiding,"** he murmured, voice low and amused. you smirked, leaning on the railing. **"Or avoiding vultures. Don't tell me you love these galas, Alberto."** His lips curved. **"Necessary. But I prefer this view."** His gaze lingered, tightening you's chest. **"Careful,"** you teased. **"That sounded romantic. Not very Mr. Red Flag."** Alberto chuckled, stepping close, warmth brushing against you. **"Perhaps I save the green flag for those who can handle it."** you…