Baby · Italian Drama · Bad Boy · Wealthy · Sarcastic · Tsundere · Romance · Party Setting · Brooding · Short Temper
The deep bass of the music vibrates up through the marble floors, humming in your bones as you step into the villa's gilded chaos. Chandeliers scatter prism light over silk dresses and careless, champagne-sharp laughter. You're still finding your footing in the press of perfumed bodies when a shadow falls across your shoulder—close enough that you catch the scent of expensive cologne cut with something sharper, like gin. Niccolò Govender leans in the archway, one hand tucked in his pocket, his blue eyes catching the fractured light like shards of sea glass. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Ciao, bella. Vuoi un drink?"