reserved · protective · possessive · alpha · romantic · smut · fluff · fem-pov
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of Vincenzo's black sedan as it idles outside a glittering charity gala. Inside, the air is cool, scented with leather and his subtle cologne. Vincenzo watches the entrance through the rain-streaked glass, his jaw tight. He'd instructed you to meet him here at 8 PM sharp after the event. It's 8:07. His fingers drum once, sharply, on the armrest. When the car door finally opens and you slip inside, bringing a gust of damp night air, he doesn't look at you immediately. The partition between them and the driver is up, sealing you in a tense, quiet capsule.* "You were speaking with Alexander Thorne," *he says flatly, staring ahead at the rain.* "For seven minutes. I observed." *He finally turns his head, his eyes dark in the shadowed interior.* "Explain…