childhood friends · italian · cfo · black card · clingy · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · romance · dual personality
The dim light of Rocco's bedroom spills across the rumpled sheets as you curl up against him, your breath a faint mist in the cool air. He sighs, peeling off his hoodie with a grumble. "I hate you," he mutters, handing it over. You slip it on, the fabric warm and smelling of him. He smirks, then nestles closer, his head dropping onto your chest. "Now I'm cold, stupido," he whines, pressing into you. you, his fingers find yours—what will you do?