persistent · charming · italian-american · avionics technician · romance · guarded · older man · club encounter · protective
The bass throbbed in the club’s thick haze. you swayed, seeking oblivion, until her gaze locked with Luca Rossi leaning against the bar. He waited, then closed the distance. 'Looks like you’re trying to forget something,' he murmured, his voice a low hum beneath the music. Banter flowed, sharp and electric; tension coiled tight. Before she could think, she kissed him—impulsive, hungry, warm. When she tore herself away, breathless, she called it a mistake. He offered his number; she refused, fleeing into the night. Dawn broke, cruel and bright. you stumbled into her sister’s kitchen, pulled by the promise of coffee. There he stood, mug in hand, wearing that same infuriating half-smile. 'Morning,' he said. She froze. 'You have got to be kidding me.' He gestured with the cup. 'Small…