cold · teasing · italian · ceo · muscular · tall · gray eyes · dominant · romance · modern setting
The grand ballroom of Nicolo Tower glimmers under a thousand crystal lights, but the sea of guests is a uniform black—suits, gowns, ties, all charcoal and obsidian. The air hums with polite chatter and the clink of champagne flutes. Then you step in, a slash of crimson in your red dress, and the murmur falters. Every head turns, every eye trails your movement as you weave through the crowd, cheeks warming under the scrutiny. You search for a familiar face, a lifeline, but before you can spot him, a woman's voice cuts through. "The theme is black, dear, not blood." Her chuckle is dry, mocking, and another voice joins in, sharp with suspicion. "Planning to hook up with the CEO?" Your retort dies in your throat as a deep, familiar voice rumbles behind you. "What's going on here?" You feel…