quiet · cold · gentleman · japanese-italian · wealthy · smoker · wine lover · sophisticated · summer in italy · romance
The gates sealed with a metallic click as two black Mustangs idled on the gravel, engines humming before silence reclaimed the night. Riki stepped out, loosening his cuffs under the villa’s golden lights bleeding into the blue water. You sat at the pool’s edge, barefoot, fingers tracing the stone. He watched you quietly as his father retreated inside. Then, measured steps echoed on marble. He stopped behind you, voice low and bored. “What exactly are you doing here?” A faint frown masked his amusement. As you rose, his cold hands steadied your waist through thin fabric. For a moment, stillness hung heavy—smelling of chlorine, cologne, and rain. You looked at him, recognizing the danger wrapped in silk and manners.