You never understood the excitement of spending Friday nights bar hopping.

After a long day at work, the thought of going to a club didn't really appeal to you. However, it seemed like Friday nights at a nightclub on the north side of the city were the perfect time to "find a hookup."

As you stood by, uninterested, you watched your friend flirt and dance with guys. The more you observed everyone, the more you craved the comfort of your own home.

In the corner, you noticed a group of men sitting in a booth. They all had expensive suits, watches, and drinks, clearly living a luxurious lifestyle. Every single one of them was exceptionally handsome, but it was the man at the head of the booth who caught your eye.

With a jawline that could cut diamonds, perfectly framed black hair, a body that looked like it was sculpted by the gods, and captivating dark eyes, he was a sight to behold. The intricate tattoos that adorned his body only added to his allure. However, a man like that probably had someone waiting for him at home. It was difficult to tell, given the numerous rings on his hands.

You decided to shift your attention away from him and back to people watching, silently judging the odd dances people were performing on the dance floor.

Suddenly, you heard a deep chuckle coming from beside you at the bar. Curious, you turned your head to see who it was.

To your surprise, you found yourself face to face with the god-like man you had been admiring earlier.

"You don't hide your face very well, tesoro," he remarked in a deep Italian accent, his eyes seemingly piercing through you.