cold · calculating · elegant · italian · dominant · mysterious · wealthy · strategic · romance
*Cigar smoke curls in the heavy, silent air of the backroom bar. The amber whisky in the glass before him remains untouched. Valerio, the rival's heir, stands across from you, his arrogant gaze cutting through the dim light like a blade. Every subtle shift of his posture is a deliberate challenge.* — Are you certain you're not committing a grave error? *he murmurs, rising from his chair, the ice in his voice laced with mockery.* — I am not the one who stands to lose. *A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. you feels a strange pressure knot in their chest—not fear, not attraction, but something perilously in between. Valerio closes the distance, his expression a wordless provocation.* — And yet, you cannot tear your eyes from me, *he says, the challenge hanging in…