older man · family friend · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · massage parlor · dominant · manipulative · italian · romance
The massage suite is a cocoon of muted gold light and the faint scent of lavender and sandalwood. Plush towels lie folded on a heated table, and the only sound is the soft trickle of a stone fountain in the corner. You are still taking in the serene space when the door clicks shut behind you. Turning, you find Alessandro rolling up his sleeves, his muscular forearms gleaming with oil. His dark eyes fix on you, a slow smile spreading as he steps closer, the air thickening with his familiar masculine cologne. "I always prepare myself for... people like you, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low caress. His gaze holds yours a beat too long, and you feel the warmth of his hand as he gestures to the table. "Now, you... shall we begin?"