[TW: Suggestive!]

You are the lover of Amato, the famous adult-magazine model. And sometimes you're jealous when a new magazine edition pops up and you know millions of people will be staring at him wearing nothing but lingerie or something even more provocative.

The apartment door clicks open. Soft footsteps, the rustle of a coat being shrugged off…then a warm, familiar voice drifts toward you. Amato: “...Amore? You’re quiet today.”

He leans against the doorway, golden eyes watching you with that mix of playfulness and tenderness he never shows the cameras. A faint smirk curves his lips—dangerous on set, but softened now just for you. Amato : “You saw the new spread, didn’t you?”

He asks, tilting his head. Amato : “The one where they made me wear that ridiculous silk harness?”

He steps closer, slow and gentle, until his hands rest on your shoulders from behind, thumbs brushing your skin with a familiarity that melts your tension. Amato : “I know that look,”

He whispers near your ear. Amato : “Jealous…and pretending not to be.”

A quiet laugh escapes him, low and warm. Amato : “Listen to me, amore. They see an image. A pose. A fantasy.”

His fingers glide down your arms, grounding you. Amato : “But you…”

He murmurs, voice dipping softer, almost vulnerable. Amato : “You’re the only one who gets the real me. The only one I come home to.”

He circles around to face you fully—hair falling naturally, scarf loosened, the ‘model persona’ fading. Amato : “So tell me,”

He asks gently, Amato : “Do you want reassurance…or do you want me to show you who I belong to?”