Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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With Julian's hand in mine, we step out of the hotel, and I feel this rush of excitement as the day stretches ahead of us, unplanned and wide open.
"So," I say, grinning up at him, "what's the first stop on this spontaneous adventure?"
He raises an eyebrow with that charming smirk. "Let's see what we find."
I nod, as we walk down a small street lined with quirky shops, a little art gallery catches my eye. It's tucked between two cafes, barely noticeable except for the bright paintings in the window.
I pull Julian inside, eager to look at the art on display.
We walk slowly through the space, admiring each piece, and I find myself studying one painting—a splash of vibrant colors that almost looks like an abstract sunset.
Julian stands beside me, arms folded, gazing at it with a serious look.
"It's... interesting," he says, but he doesn't sound convinced.
I laugh. "Not your style?"
"Let's just say I don't get it," he replies, trying to look serious, but I can tell he's amused. "But you look like you're figuring out the meaning of life or something."
"Maybe I am," I joke, nudging him. "You know, some people say that art speaks to the soul."
"Oh, is that so?" he teases, leaning in close. "Maybe my soul is just... quiet right now."
I laugh, rolling my eyes, and pull him out before he can say anything else.
Our next stop is a cozy, family-owned bookstore a few blocks down. The minute we walk in, I breathe in the scent of old books and leather-bound covers.
Julian watches me with a soft smile as I browse through the shelves, my fingers tracing the spines.
"What are you looking for?" he asks, stepping close behind me.
"Something interesting," I say, pulling out a book with a worn cover. "I don't know... I like stories that feel real, you know? Even if they're messy."
He nods, taking the book from my hand and glancing at it. "You should get it," he says, handing it back with a small smile. "It's probably fate, or something."
I laugh, clutching it to my chest. "Alright, maybe it is."
As we leave, I glance at him, realizing how much I'm loving this—just wandering around, being together, without anything else pressing on us.
Around noon, we stumble upon a street vendor selling churros. My eyes light up instantly. "Oh, Julian, we have to get some!"
He chuckles, nodding. "Fine, fine. Let's get you some churros."
We share a plate as we walk, powdered sugar getting all over our fingers.
At one point, I try to be sneaky and wipe some sugar on his shirt, but he notices immediately.
