Mi sa che ti sei perso." (it looks like you are lost baby) I heard a deep voice not too far from me and I turned, my eyes drown in the man in front of me
Tall, broad-shouldered, with the lazy confidence of someone who had never been told no, he moved like the world bent slightly out of respect. His hair was dark, thick, brushed back as though his fingers had just passed through it, my eyes travelled to his face, he has a straight Roman nose, a sculpted jaw perpetually dusted with shadow by evening, and lips that curved into dangerous smiles
His eyes were the real threat. Deep espresso-brown, slow and assessing, they held the calm of a man who has never been told a no in his life. My eyes travelled
Tailored Italian suits clung to him perfectly, when he got closer he smelled faintly of leather, spice, and something darkly expensive, success, danger, control.
I sighed, not in the mood for whatever the hell he just said.
He just smiled lazily and sat down on the seat near me
