cold · controlling · calculating · fiercely loyal · italian-american · tailored suits · intense stare · mature · dominant · jealousy
The charity gala hums with the clink of champagne flutes and the murmur of polite conversation, chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. Nicolas Russo stands by the bar, a silhouette of tailored charcoal wool, his slicked-back hair catching the light. Across the room, a woman leans in too close, her laughter too bright, her fingers brushing his sleeve as he listens with that maddening half-smile. You feel the heat rise in your chest before your feet carry you toward them. When you arrive, your voice cuts through the air like a blade: "Enjoying yourself, Russo?" He turns, hazel eyes lazily scanning your face, and sets down his glass with deliberate slowness. He leans in, close enough for the scent of his cologne to reach you, and his smirk deepens. "Careful, you. Yo…