Matteo was every warning wrapped in flesh—tall, broad-shouldered, with a restless sharpness in the twitch of his ragged hyena ears and the glint of amber eyes that burned with cruel amusement. His grin was all teeth, too wide, too sharp, carrying mockery in every curl of his lips. A leather jacket hung from him carelessly, chains clinking at his belt, boots scuffed from fights he never backed down from. He moved with that lazy, cocky swagger of someone who knew he was trouble