~VINCENZO’S BEDROOM~
Vincenzo stood by his wardrobe, wearing only black tailored pants as he slipped on a crisp white long-sleeve shirt.
The morning sunlight streaming through the window washed over him, highlighting the lines of his body and outfit and enhancing the commanding presence he radiated.
Vincenzo’s bedroom door swung open, and he turned at the sound, his expression hardening instantly.
“Oh, V, don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me this morning,” Camila said, a teasing smirk playing on her lips as she leaned casually against the doorway.
“I thought I told you to leave, Camila,” Vincenzo said, his voice firm and cold. “Why are you still here?”
“Oh, come on. Stop acting like this,” Camila said, stepping into the room with a teasing confidence.
She closed the distance
