𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
I never thought my world would crumble at the hands of a man like Alessandro Rossi-a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 draped in silk suits and ruthlessness. One moment, I was Yasenia Fraga, daughter of the...
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The sky was a deep shade of blue, giving the stars a stage to sparkle as I sank into the armchair on the porch, enjoying the quiet of the night. My mind drifted back to the conversation with Alessandro, and I couldn't shake the unease from how close he'd been, the way his gaze held mine like he was peeling away every layer I'd put up. There was this undeniable intensity in his eyes—a desire that was hard to ignore. But that's all it would ever be. I wasn't something he could just claim for whenever he felt like it.
Margaret's and Geoffrey's words replayed in my head, making me second-guess everything I thought I knew about him. Were they just vouching for him because they cared, or was there more to him than I'd realized? Part of me wanted to find out, but another part reminded me I wouldn't be sticking around to figure it out. Whether Alessandro Rossi was a decent man or something darker, I was breaking out of this prison. He'd be nothing but a memory I was more than ready to leave behind.
Still, the feeling of his touch lingered, igniting a warmth I hated to admit was there. The way his hand sent a wave of heat through me, his face close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin—it made me tighten my legs, trying to push down whatever messed-up urge was bubbling inside me. Probably just hormones making everything feel more intense.
He'd been on the phone with Andrea for a good half-hour now, probably sorting out things back home. I shut my eyes and took a long, deep breath, letting the cool air settle me down. Then, out of nowhere, warmth settled over my shoulders, pulling me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes, a bit startled, to find Alessandro wrapping a blanket around me.
"Thanks," I muttered, sinking into the warmth and doing my best not to look him in the eye.
He took the seat next to mine, reclining back and looking up at the night sky. For a while, we just sat there, both quiet, both lost in our own heads. And for once, the silence between us wasn't awkward or tense. It just... was.
After a while, I decided to break the silence. "It's kind of ironic, isn't it? We're afraid of the dark, but we can't stop staring at the stars and the moon. We forget that their beauty only stands out because of the darkness around them." I wasn't really expecting a response, but it felt nice to speak my thoughts out loud.
Alessandro let out a quiet sigh, pulling my attention back to him. His gaze was distant, something unguarded lurking behind those hazel eyes. It caught me off guard, and I couldn't shake a growing sense of curiosity... and maybe concern. "What happened to you?" I found myself asking before I could think better of it. "Nobody's born... you know, with darkness. You had to have known love, kindness at some point. So what changed?"
"Why the sudden interest?" he shot back, his eyes fixed stubbornly on the stars as if avoiding my question was easier if he didn't look at me.
I shrugged, trying to keep my tone casual. "Just... trying to understand."
"Don't," he said immediately, his voice taking on that dark edge again. His face hardened, like a door slamming shut, and I knew better than to push further.
