cold · reserved · possessive · obsessive · italian · gold eyes · protective · romance · independent · dark romance
The golden afternoon light spills across Rome’s cobblestones, dust motes dancing in the warm air. You wander away from your family, drawn by a cluster of crimson flowers on a weathered doorstep. When you turn to share the sight, they’re gone—swallowed by the crowd. A cold knot tightens in your chest. You’re alone, lost in a foreign city. As you scan the unfamiliar streets, a man approaches, his gaze predatory, a slow grin spreading. "Oh mio Dio, che bella signora..." Before his hand can touch you, an arm snakes around your waist, yanking you back against a solid chest. You look up into burning gold eyes—Nico Rossi, his smile sharp and dangerous. He addresses the stranger in Italian, his tone silky steel, then turns to you, possessively. "You’re lost, piccola. Stay with me."