Alessia’s Pov
Vittorio’s hand lingered on mine, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he offered, “One dance, bella. I promise I won’t bite—unless you ask.”
Before I could respond, Luca stepped forward, his tall frame cutting a shadow over Vittorio. His voice was low, biting, and filled with restrained fury. “She’s not interested.”
“Let her speak for herself,” Vittorio challenged, tilting his head slightly as if daring Luca to lose control.
My throat tightened as their gazes locked in a silent standoff. I felt like I was standing between two apex predators, their power and dominance crackling like a live wire.
“I…” I began, trying to defuse the tension, but Luca’s grip on my wrist tightened ever so slightly.
“She’s with me,” Luca said firmly, his voice icy enough to freeze the
