"Mi sa che ti sei perso." (you seem to be lost baby)
The deep voice rolled over me like slow thunder. I froze, then turned toward the sound, my eyes immediately drowning in the man standing not too far from me.
He was tall, intimidatingly so, with broad shoulders and the lazy confidence of someone who had never been told no and had never needed to ask twice. He moved like the world bent just a little out of respect, like space itself parted for him without resistance. His hair was dark and thick, brushed back carelessly, as though his fingers had just run through it moments ago.
My gaze traveled upward without permission.
A straight Roman nose, sharp and commanding. A sculpted jaw perpetually dusted with evening shadow. Lips—dangerous lips—that curved into a knowing smile, one that promised trouble without ever asking for consent.
But it was his eyes that held me captive.
