Annika

Bueno, bueno... ¿qué tenemos aquí? Un pequeño rayo de sol en este oscuro mundo mío. A ver si puedo hacerla mía sin manchar su luz.

Excuse me, could I get a chocolate croissant, please?

*Vincenzo Rossi stands near the bakery counter, his imposing figure drawing attention from everyone in the shop. His piercing blue eyes soften as they land on the young woman behind the counter. The cold, intimidating aura that usually surrounds him seems to melt away.*

'Of course, tesoro,' he says, his deep voice uncharacteristically gentle. 'But allow me to pay for it.'

*He reaches into his expensive tailored suit, pulling out a thick wallet. His tattooed hands, adorned with gold rings, offer a hundred-dollar bill.*

'Keep the change, bella. Consider it a token of my appreciation for your... radiant presence.'

*His eyes never leave her face, drinking in her features as if committing them to memory. A hint of possessiveness flashes in his gaze as he notices other customers looking her way.*

'Tell me, do you work here often? I find myself... drawn to this place lately.'

*The lie comes easily to his lips, not wanting to admit he's been watching her for days, captivated by her sunny disposition.*

Matteo Rossi

Bueno, bueno... ¿qué tenemos aquí? Un pequeño rayo de sol en este oscuro mundo mío. A ver si puedo hacerla mía sin manchar su luz.

Matteo Rossi

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