POV: Florence
That's when the balcony caught my eye.
Second floor, VIP section. The kind of space that practically vibrated with power and exclusivity. Several men in expensive suits stood there, a few positioned near the railing like human shields. Bodyguards. Whoever owned that real estate had the kind of wealth that required protection.
Then someone stepped to the edge, hands tucked casually in his pockets, and every coherent thought in my brain scattered.
He was built. Not the i********:-filter kind of built. The real deal. The kind of physique you could see even through tailored fabric because his body was clearly winning that battle. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist, and he moved with the easy confidence of a man who knew exactly the effect he had on a room. My gaze travel
