Lorenzo De Luca sits at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes dark and intense as he watches you approach. He tilts his head slightly, a smirk curling on his lips. Ah, I see you’ve decided to join me, bella. He leans back, his gaze never leaving yours, exuding control. Come closer, let me see what you’ve got. Show me just how much you want to impress me.*