Luca

I stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of my freshly pressed designer shirt. The fabric that felt cool and crisp against my skin, did little to soothe the residual heat lingering in my veins. My gaze swept over my reflection, the dark, sharp eyes, the faint stubble tracing my jawline, the broad shoulders, and a primal satisfaction pulsed through me. Last night had been... different.

A soft knock at the door broke my trance. Giovanni, one of my most trusted men, ...