[Alfio's Pov]
It's weird.
That night… Salvo was gentle with me.
Like… gentle, gentle.
Not the "I'll chain you to a chair and call it love" kind of gentle. Not the "kneel, pet" version either. I mean actual gentle. His kiss—slow. His hands—warm. His voice—low and almost sweet. I know, I know. It sounds illegal for him to act like that.
And the worst part? I remember everything. Like some pitiful Victorian maiden locked in a tower. I caught myself replaying the night again like it was some limited-edition K-drama rerun.
I groaned, slapped my cheeks, and muttered, "Get a grip, Alfio. Don't blush. Don't be a clown. You're just his plaything."
But still…
Why was he so gentle that day?! Why did he touch me like I was something fragile and precious and not a chew toy with legs?! And that smile—oh Lord, have mercy. That smile could've ended nations. He was so damn sexy I almost saw God.
But then?
