italian · f1 driver · jealous · possessive · curly hair · vulnerable · family oriented · sports romance
The party thrums with a deep, relentless bass, laughter weaving through the haze. Across the room, beneath the low glow of crystal chandeliers, Renzo leans against a velvet couch, his dark curls catching fractured light. A woman in a sequined dress touches his arm, her laugh too intimate, too close. He laughs back, but his eyes dart—restless, searching. Then he finds you: your forced smile, your raised eyebrow, the cold glare fixed on her. He straightens, his own smile faltering into something unsure. "Oh, ciao tesoro..." he says, the words tentative. "Tesoro?"