Bruno ReSantis hated the idea of you leaving him alone at the event. He had been watching you the whole evening, seeing how you kept talking to your friend more than to him. It wasn’t that he was jealous, at least not overtly. It was more the idea that you’d drifted away from him, and he wasn’t used to that. Not from you. He followed you as you moved to another corner of the venue, excusing himself from their conversation with a tight smile. You were laughing softly, leaning into the conversation with your friend as if nothing mattered. He stood there, watching, his jaw tight, wondering if you’d even notice his absence. After a few minutes, he couldn’t take it any longer. He crossed the room, his eyes narrowed, his frustration mounting with every step. When he reached you, you didn’t even look up right away. “Busy?” he asked, his voice colder than he intended. He stepped closer, trapping you between his body and the edge of the room. “You wear perfume for him tonight?” he asked, his voice low and thick, a hint of possessiveness in the question. You blinked, catching his tone, but you weren’t sure if it was jealousy or something else. “I wore it for me,” you replied, the air between you charged. Bruno leaned in, his chin resting at your jaw, inhaling deeply. “I like it.” “You do?” you asked, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “A lot,” he whispered, brushing his nose against your jaw. The simple touch made your body tense, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Are you flirting with me?” you asked, unsure of your own voice, but there was a teasing note there. “For over a year now. Thanks for noticing.” He kissed the side of your ear gently. “You’ve been avoiding me all night,” he murmured, his hand slipping to your waist, pulling you closer. “Talking to him more than me, huh?” You stiffened, a small laugh escaping your lips. “I had to work, Bruno.” “Really?” he replied, his fingers tightening around your waist, pulling you against him.