Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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Alessandro opened the door for Yulia, and she stepped cautiously into the dimly lit room. The soft click of his footsteps followed behind her as he entered and flicked on the lights. Warm light flooded the space, revealing sleek, modern décor. Everything seemed pristine—polished tiles, clean lines, and leather furniture.
A bachelor pad, Yulia thought, her eyes sweeping over the expensive furnishings. The gleam of the marble floors and the minimalist yet luxurious design made her feel slightly out of place, and she found herself standing stiffly, afraid of disrupting anything in the perfect space.
"Come," Alessandro said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through her. He moved past her with effortless grace, his hand lightly grazing her arm as he walked ahead. Yulia followed, her eyes trailing him as he led her up a small flight of stairs, each step adding to the intimacy of the moment.
At the top, he opened a door for her, and as she stepped inside, the scent of Alessandro surrounded her—a familiar mix of leather, cologne, and something uniquely him. The room was darker, both in color and ambiance. Deep, muted tones painted the walls, and the furniture was similarly shadowed in black and dark grays. Despite the brooding aesthetic, the space felt warm and lived-in. It wasn't the decor that made it feel like Alessandro's room—it was the scent, the lingering presence of him in every corner.
Yulia's gaze traveled over the unmade bed, the casual pile of books stacked on the nightstand, and a worn leather jacket draped over the chair in the corner. It was intimate in a way that made her pulse quicken, as though she was stepping deeper into his world.
"You like it?" Alessandro's voice broke through her thoughts, his eyes watching her closely. There was a hint of vulnerability in his question, as though he genuinely cared about what she thought of his space.
"Yes," she replied softly, her voice a little shaky. "It's... very you."
He smiled, satisfied with her answer. "Shower first, si? Then we relax." His hand brushed against her lower back as he gently nudged her toward the en-suite bathroom, the tension between them palpable.
Yulia nodded, feeling the warmth of his touch linger on her skin as she stepped forward. The door closed behind her, and she took a deep breath, already feeling the weight of the day melting away
Yulia stood in front of the mirror, staring at her bandaged hands with a small sigh. Both hands were wrapped tightly, covering the burns that made everything more difficult. Alessandro had already turned on the shower for her, the room filling with steam as she carefully removed her clothes. Her movements were slow and deliberate, trying not to aggravate the tender skin beneath the bandages.
She stepped into the shower with cautious steps, feeling the warmth of the water on her body. It was a relief, but also a reminder of how limited she was. The sensation of the hot water trickling over her back helped her relax, but her bandaged hands made washing herself nearly impossible. She tried to use her forearms and wrists to rub some of the soap over her body, awkwardly maneuvering around her injuries.
