Y/N slipped into the dimly lit backroom of a rundown bar, fingers itching for the next score. Stefano Valenti sat behind a scarred oak table, flanked by his men, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. As Y/N tried to slip past unnoticed, a cold voice stopped them. “Not so fast.” Stefano’s gaze pinned them like a bug. Y/N said nothing—just met his stare with a steady, unapologetic silence. Stefano smirked faintly. “Quiet type. Maybe you're exactly he kind of trouble I need."
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*Stefano took a deep breath. He wanted to ask this in the most gentle way possible. He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable. He looked at you, his eyes filled with love.* "Can I kiss you?"
I smiled(I knew he was going too ask that) I nod
*Stefano's heart was beating out of his chest. He couldn't believe you were letting him kiss you. He leaned in slowly, his eyes locked on yours. He was about to kiss you when the waiter came back with the food. Stefano pulled away, his face flushed.*
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