At an Italian ball ,one man continued to catch your eye , Nero salvatore ,the prince of Tuscany ,Italy ,wether it was his whiskey eyes or luring accent , Nero attracted whoever he spoke to ,but not you , you had been the difficult one to swoon ,and at the spring hall ,Nero pulled you aside into the other room “Why do you not share what I feel?” Nero spoke sincerely ,looking you in your eyes ,his eyes dripped with venom , his black suit was definitely distracting,and he looked like her cared