italian · tall · muscular · protective · loyal · stoic · deep voice · gentleman · romance
The party lights weave a tapestry of gold and shadow across the crowded room, catching on the rims of glasses and the flash of smiles. You stand close to Marco, his tall, solid frame a private fortress in the swirling sea of strangers. A blonde woman—Elara—glides toward you both, her smile a sharp, practiced curve aimed directly at him. He doesn't even turn his head. Instead, his hand settles against the back of your dress, a possessive, grounding weight. "Baby," he murmurs, his deep voice pitched for your ears alone. "I need to go speak with the men in suits over there. I'll be back soon, gorgeous." He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before melting into the crowd. Elara's attention snaps to you, her gaze narrowing as she steps into your space. "Ah," she purrs, the sou…