Giovanni Moretti
I watched Alessia intently, noting the subtle shifts in her expression as she processed my offer. Her brow furrowed slightly, her teeth worrying at her lower lip. The warm light from the desk lamp cast a golden glow on her skin, accentuating the curve of her neck as she tilted her head in thought.
The silence stretched between us, thick with tension and unspoken possibilities. I could almost see the gears turning in that brilliant mind of hers, weighing risks against rewards, duty against desire.
"What's going through your mind, mia leonessa?" I asked, my voice low and rich with curiosity.
Her eyes snapped to mine, startled out of her reverie. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of vulnerability in those deep brown depths before her usual mask of calm slipped back into
