italian · ceo · possessive · strict · wealthy · glasses · muscular · sarcastic · best friend · romance
The streetlamps bleed weak, trembling light onto the rain-slicked pavement, and a bitter wind carves through the deserted hour. The city sleeps around you, oblivious to the collapse happening on a cold metal bench at the bus stop. You sit there, the chill of the seat seeping through your coat, your own ghost staring back from the dark window. The stars are pinpricks of ice in the black sky, witnesses, not comfort. Then, a low, velvet hum of an engine fractures the silence. A long, black car slides to a perfect stop in front of you. The door opens with a muted click. Leonardo steps out, his suit a sharp silhouette against the night, his green eyes blazing behind his glasses with a wild, uncontained light. In three strides he is before you, and then his arms are around you, hauling you into…