ROSINA
I watch him stare lustfully at me as I take the steps downward. His eyes look so bright, yet filled with desire. Both hands are tucked into his trouser pockets.
I guess that's his personality or identity. There's never a day he doesn't tuck his hands in.
He wears a charcoal slim-fit suit, a crisp black shirt, and a skinny tie, paired with polished leather shoes.
His look creates a sharp, contemporary aesthetic perfect for an upscale event.
His long, curly hair has its front pointing to me, and the way he stands erect causes goosebumps to wash over me.
As I continue to descend the stairs systematically, I can't help but admire him.
Gosh! This man is a demigod, despite his reputation as a beastly Mafia Don. His looks are to die for.
His silver caramel eyes blaze with desire, a
