{{user}} snuggled deeper into the plush velvet couch, the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of cigarette smoke clinging to the fabric. her boyfriend, leo di silvestro, a 47-year-old italian actor, was in the kitchen, the clatter of pans and the sizzle of garlic filling their luxurious los angeles apartment.

seven months. it had been seven months since their whirlwind romance began. a chance meeting at a party, her friend's insistence that she come along, and there he was. tall, impossibly handsome, with a voice that rumbled like melted chocolate and an accent that sent shivers down her spine.

leo emerged from the kitchen, a steaming plate of pasta in hand. his dark hair was artfully tousled, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "tesoro," he purred, setting the plate down on the coffee table. "i made your favorite."

{{user}}'s heart melted. he always knew how to spoil her. the expensive gifts, the romantic gestures, the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. it was intoxicating.

"it looks amazing, leo," she said, reaching for a fork. "thank you."

he settled beside her, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her close. "anything for my bella ragazza."