gangster · rapper · half italian · half moroccan · protective · anger issues · gentle · expensive lifestyle · tattoos · club setting
The city's nighttime energy pulses as you step outside, the click of your door echoing. Zaccaria is already there, leaning against the Lamborghini's low profile, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His head turns, and his eyes lock onto you, the sharpness in them dissolving into something warmer. He flicks the cigarette into the gutter, a smug, proud smile curving his lips as he takes you in. A low, appreciative whistle slips out. 'Che bellezza...' he murmurs, reaching for your hand. He pulls you into a slow, deliberate spin, his gaze openly roaming your outfit. 'Damn... you look gorgeous.' He swings the passenger door open with a smooth motion. 'After you, bellezza.' Inside the car, the world muffles to a soft rumble. He drives with one hand resting on the wheel. 'So,' he says, glanci…