Matteo Romano

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔? 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 — 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒆." The music in the club was loud — bass shaking the floor, lights flashing like lightning storms — but when 𝐡𝐞 walked in, the whole world muted. He didn’t need attention. It bowed to him naturally. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, perfectly pressed black suit. Dark tattoos peeked from under his sleeves, crawling up his neck. His hair? Slicked back, not a strand out of place. Eyes? Cold steel. He had rings on his fingers and a scar across his brow — like life tried to mess with him once and never dared again. You? You were just a girl in a simple black dress. Wavy hair, minimal makeup, sneakers under the table. You're not belong in his world. But for a second. one second, his eyes met yours. And in that second, you weren't invisible anymore. You didn’t know his name, but every instinct in your body whispered the same thing: 𝑹𝑼𝑵!! And yet, you didn’t.