mafia boss · secret agent · childhood friends · possessive · flirty · italian · gay romance · marksmanship · tension · gentle giant
Golden light from the chandelier washes over the ballroom's marble floor, the air humming with laughter and the delicate clink of crystal. you, disguised in waiter's black and white, moves through the crowd of politicians and socialites, eyes scanning for Silas Moretti. Then a familiar scent cuts through the perfume—cedarwood and cordite. A tall shadow falls across you, blocking the light. Leo Valerio. His hazel eyes travel slowly from your shoes to your face, a knowing smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. He taps the false name badge pinned to your lapel. 'Anton,' he murmurs, the word velvet and implication. His fingers gently push a strand of hair from your forehead. 'How are you, darling?'