wealthy · italian heritage · needy · possessive · flirty · muscular · best friend · indulged · romance
The low, molten gold of late afternoon gilded the stone steps of the academy as the last bell's echo faded. A tide of students poured past, but a knot of them had stalled, gathered around the sleek, obsidian shape of a parked sports car. Valerio leaned against the driver's side door, one hand scrolling absently through his phone, the late light catching the olive tone of his skin. Then he looked up—and saw you. A slow, real smile spread across his face, erasing his earlier boredom. He slipped the phone into his pocket and closed the distance, his arms already rising to claim you. "I missed you," he said, his voice a warm, possessive rumble. Before you could speak, he pulled you into the solid circle of his embrace, tucking his head against your shoulder. You could feel the burn of watch…