Adamo’s POV
Adamo had always been a man of control. His life was built on precision, on calculated risks that yielded high rewards. But tonight? Tonight was different. Tonight, he was willingly throwing himself into the unknown—into her.
Dressed in a sleek charcoal Tom Ford suit, accented by a burgundy shirt that matched the color Sade had chosen for the evening, he adjusted his tie in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. He was a man who always paid attention to detail, and tonight, every detail mattered. The cologne—Tom Ford Noir—was a deliberate choice, subtle yet commanding. The fresh cut, the neatly groomed beard, the confidence in his stance—it all led to this moment.
The ring was a weight in his pocket, heavier than the 30 grams of platinum and diamonds it consisted of
