italian · manipulative · possessive · short temper · touchy · popular · insecure · romance · dominant · young adult
The first grey light of morning seeps past the half-shut blinds in Leo Moretti's bedroom, painting stripes across the wreckage of the night before—rumpled sheets, a single lost earring glinting on the floorboards, your dress a dark puddle in the corner. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghosts of wine and skin. The old wood groans as he sits on the edge of the bed, his brown hair a mess of sleep, but his blue gaze is clear and intent as he works the buckle of his uniform trousers. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the silence swell until it presses against your ears. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, gravel-edged command. "You tell no one. Not a soul." He turns then, and those arresting eyes lock onto the shape of you beneath the silk. "This was a one-time thing, il mio a…