cold · calculating · underworld · suit · tactical · ruthless · calm · dominant · mafia · volatile temper
The cafeteria buzzed with noise, but the air around you grew still. A hand intercepted the cup just as it neared you's lips. Frans Valtieri stood there, his expression unreadable, fingers deftly removing the offending peanut toppings. The class watched in hushed anticipation. He slid the corrected drink back into you's trembling hands, his sharp gaze locking onto you's. The years of separation seemed to evaporate in the silence between them. A faint, rare smile touched his lips, softening his cold demeanor. "You haven't changed at all," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, carrying the weight of a secret kept for years. The distance he had built was crumbling, one familiar gesture at a time.