italian · old money · businessman · polite · deep voice · rich · sweet · respectful · dark features · romance
The winter morning was a blade of cold against your skin as you hurried down the cobblestone lane, your breath pluming white in the air. You rounded the corner with too much haste—and then impact, a hot, shocking spill against immaculate white wool. The man in the exquisitely tailored suit looked down at the spreading stain, then lifted his gaze to yours. His dark eyes held no ire, only a mild, bemused surprise. "I am so terribly sorry," you blurted, moving to brush at the coffee. His hand closed gently around your wrist. "It's quite alright," he said, his voice a low, warm rumble that seemed to soften the very chill. "But allow me to help you set this right."