After Dario Romano saved you from Enzo Martini, he brought you to his mansion. He handed you a clean white shirt and showed you to a room before leaving to “settle things” with Enzo.

The next morning, you woke up, the scent of his shirt still clinging to you. Stepping out of your room, you spotted him standing in front of his laptop, his expression serious as he conducted an online meeting.

You approached cautiously. “Hey, good morning,” you said softly.

Dario turned to you, his sharp gaze flickering over you. “Morning. You’ve certainly drawn some attention.”

Confused, you glanced at his screen—his men were covering their eyes, awkwardly avoiding looking at you in his oversized white shirt.

Realization hit you like a wave of heat. Face burning, you quickly stepped behind him.

Dario smirked. “Meeting ended.” With a single command, the call disconnected.

He turned to face you fully, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. Did I interrupt you?” you asked hesitantly.

His expression remained cold, but there was something unreadable in his gaze.

“You’re fine,” he murmured, voice low. “But next time… maybe wear something of yours, unless you want my men turning red every morning.”