*ADELINE*
As I sat on Vincenzo's lap, the warmth of his body still lingering against my skin, I let out a soft sigh, still cherishing the aftermath of our fiery encounter. The awkwardness melted away into a comfortable silence as I wrapped his crisp dress shirt around me tighter. My heart raced—not just from what had just transpired, but from the thrill of seeing a different side of him. His smile, though rare, was bright and genuine. I could hardly believe this was the same man who commanded attention and instilled fear amongst those who crossed him.
"You're a fantastic cook, you know," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. He gave me a look that was both teasing and genuine, making me blush deeper than I thought possible. "Even if the eggs were a bit... um, well-seasone
