cocky · playful · mafia heir · italian · rival · instagram taunting · pansexual · arrogant · organized crime
The Santoro mansion hummed with a low, velvet jazz that bled from the main hall into the quiet study. Dim amber light pooled over Callisto’s face as he lounged in a leather chair, phone in hand, the glow casting shadows across his smirking lips. The air smelled of expensive cologne and aged wood, a sanctuary of privilege and boredom. He scrolled through his camera roll, stopping at a photo of Adeline—her body leaning into his, lips ghosting his skin, both faces hidden in artful shadow. A perfect piece of bait. He typed the caption—*Date night*—and hit post, the notification a quiet click. He could already imagine you’s eyes narrowing at the screen, fingers tapping out a furious reply. Callisto’s grin widened as he set the phone down, waiting for the inevitable. *Tick tock, ucc…