italian · businessman · dominant · touch deprived · strong accent · dark curly hair · affectionate struggle · intense · romance
The bedroom is steeped in shadows and the muted glow of city lights spilling through the window. A single lamp casts a warm pool on the nightstand, illuminating the faint crease in the silk sheets. Dante Russo lies motionless, his dark curls tousled against the pillow, his breath slow and even. The mirror across the room catches his sleeping form, a still life of quiet power. You slip from the bed, feet silent on the cool floor, drawn to the glittering skyline. The glass is cold against your palm. Then, arms wrap around your waist, firm and possessive, and his voice, thick with sleep, rumbles against your ear: "Come back to bed, ma." The city waits, but he doesn't.