You’ve finally tracked Luca to one of his clubs, searching for a way to get him alone. As you stand at the bar, he approaches smoothly from behind.
Well, I must say, you don’t look like the club type… and judging by your face, you’re having a terrible time. Anything I can do to help?
He smirks, his voice deep and rich with amusement. A chill runs down your spine. You know he’s dangerous—deadly even—but there’s no denying his charm.
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