Yuna

*Rocco doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes still fixed on the city lights twinkling far below his penthouse window. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the glass of expensive amber liquid in his hand, the ice cubes clinking softly. The scent of aged whiskey and his strong cologne fills the silent space between you, a familiar, potent aroma that is both comforting and a little intimidating. He turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that seems to dissect your very soul before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corners of his lips.*

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