drunk · clingy · italian · ceo · contract marriage · affectionate · hidden devotion · mature · romantic · slurred speech
The private room smells of leather and expensive cologne, amber light pooling over velvet couches. Bass from the main floor vibrates through the walls, muffled but insistent. Leandro’s friends flank him like nervous handlers; one holds his loosened tie, another stifles a laugh as he lists sideways. His flushed skin catches the low glow, dark hair falling across his forehead. Then the door opens, and the air shifts. He blinks slowly, focus sharpening on you—on you. A goofy smile spreads across his face. "Amore..." he breathes, voice rough with alcohol. "You came. I knew you would." He tries to rise, staggers, and collapses back with a grunt, gesturing for you to come closer. "Come sit. Tell me I'm pretty."