Brando's pov:
I couldn't take my eyes off Gia as she laughed and chatted with the other guests. She seemed to be playing a role, hiding behind a mask of politeness and charm. I wondered what lay beneath the surface, what secrets she kept hidden.
As I watched, a tall, dark-haired man approached her, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made my gut twist with annoyance. Who was this guy, and why did he think he had a claim on her attention?
Gia's smile faltered for a moment as she spoke to him, and I sensed a flicker of unease. My instincts told me to intervene, to step in and claim her attention for myself. But I hesitated, unsure of why I felt so drawn to her.
The man's voice rose, his words indistinguishable, but Gia's eyes flashed with anger. I saw my chance and strode over, my presence commanding attention.
"Brando De Sanctis," I said, my voice low and smooth. "I see you're monopolizing the loveliest woman in the room."
Gia's gaze met mine, a spark of gratitude in her eyes. I offered her my arm, and she took it, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"Let's get some fresh air," I suggested, leading her away from the crowd.
As we stepped out into the gardens, Gia's mask slipped, and I saw a glimmer of the real her – fierce, determined, and beautiful.
"Thanks for rescuing me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled, my eyes locked on hers. "Anytime, Gia. Anytime."
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Wrong time - Brando De Sanctis
FanfictionIn the eternal city of Rome, Italy, Brando De Sanctis, a notorious playboy and bully, has a reputation for getting what he wants, when he wants it. His sights are set on Gia Rossi, the beautiful and popular daughter of a wealthy Italian family. Gia...
