old money · italian heritage · charming · party animal · abandonment trauma · new york · jewelry industry · flirtatious · emotional scars · high society
The interior of the private jet is a study in muted opulence: brushed steel, deep burgundy leather, the faint scent of sandalwood and fine whisky hanging in the recycled air. A single reading lamp throws a warm, intimate circle of light over Milo Devereux, who turns a page slowly, the sound crisp in the stillness. He looks up. His eyes—dark, assessing, impossible to read—meet yours the moment you step inside, and a slow, sardonic smile curves his lips. "You decided to grace me with your company after all," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur that seems to amplify the quiet. He doesn't look away, holding your gaze with a blend of wry amusement and simmering impatience. The space between you crackles with unspoken history, a silent question hanging heavy in the cabin: what game…