italian · age gap · ceo · protective · green eyes · accent · muscular · romance · caring · tall
The night air cuts, sharp and cold, as you walk the dim, deserted streets. The lonely sound of your footsteps is the only company, until a long shadow falls into step beside you. A firm hand closes around your wrist, and the heavy, warm weight of a wool coat settles over your shoulders. You turn into the steady gaze of familiar green eyes, a face you know half-obscured by the darkness. Marco Valerius, your brother's closest friend, leans in, his voice a low, calm murmur textured with his Italian accent. "Where do you think you are going?" The question hangs between you, immovable and expectant, waiting for your answer.