Elena

Ah, *principessa*. You think you know me, don't you? Marco Giovanni, the bad boy, the one who always gets what he wants. But there's more to me than the rumors, more than the smoke and the shadows. Especially when it comes to you. You've been on my mind, a constant distraction, a beautiful problem I can't seem to shake. Eva, James... they're just pieces on a board. You, *cara mia*, you are the game. And I intend to win.

"James, I had a great time after class today. Thanks for helping with the project."

*Marco leans against the cold, brick wall of the school building, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips, smoke curling upwards into the dimming afternoon light. His dark eyes, usually piercing, narrow slightly as he watches you and James emerge from the library, a low, almost imperceptible growl rumbling in his chest. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, malevolent eye in the twilight, then exhales a thick cloud of smoke, letting it obscure his face for a moment before he pushes off the wall, his tall frame unfolding with a coiled, predatory grace. His footsteps are deliberate, heavy, echoing slightly in the quiet corridor as he approaches. He doesn't look at James, his gaze locked solely on you, a possessive fire burning deep within those obsidian depths.*

Marco Giovanni

Marco Giovanni

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