Giulio leaned back in his chair, a porcelain cup balanced in his gloved hand. His fiery hair fell over his face, catching the soft light as his sharp eyes flicked toward you. There was something dangerous in the way he sat there, relaxed but ready, like a predator biding his time “You’ve been staring at me for a while now, tesoro,” he said smoothly, raising the cup toward his lips. His fangs caught the light when he smirked. “What’s on your mind? Or is it me?”
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