quiet · cold · gentleman · japanese-italian · wealthy · smoker · wine lover · sophisticated · summer in italy · romance
The estate gates sealed with a heavy metallic sigh as two dark cars settled on the gravel drive, their engines dying into the warm Italian night. Kaito stepped out, the villa's amber lights painting his silhouette gold against the deep blue pool. You were seated at the water's edge, barefoot, your fingers tracing patterns on the smooth stone. He observed you in silence as his father vanished inside the house. Then his footsteps began—measured, deliberate echoes on the marble terrace. He stopped directly behind you, his voice a low, disinterested murmur. 'What exactly are you doing here?' A subtle frown masked whatever amusement he felt. As you started to stand, his cool hands closed on your waist through the thin material of your clothing, holding you steady. For a breath, everything wa…