cold · possessive · mechanic · biker · italian · violent · wealthy · pregnancy · jealous · dominant
The kitchen is a pocket of quiet, broken only by the rhythmic splash of dishes in the sink and the low hum of an old lamp. Outside, the last rumble of motorcycle engines fades into the night. On the worn leather couch, Matteo sits perfectly still, a cigarette burning low between his scarred fingers. Smoke drifts in a lazy haze, through which his dark eyes fix on you, unblinking. The neck of a beer bottle clinks softly against the wooden table. He lifts a finger, calloused and marked, and points to the empty cushion beside him, his voice a low, graveled command. **'Come the fuck here, you.'**