Sovrano

"Hey! Bastardo!" I yelled as I made my way through the throngs of people in the streets of Italy. Bastiano stopped and turned towards me, his eyes narrowing in on mine as he stood in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, his hands resting in the pockets of his tailored dress pants. Pedestrians and tourists parted around him as if he were some kind of god. I faltered under his dark stare before picking up my pace. As soon as I reached him I poked his well sculpted chest with my pointer finger and looked up at his face. He glanced down at me and I suddenly caught myself thinking about how I must have looked. Focus, Althea! This is not the time.

"I have something to say to you, Bastardo, and you better listen." I hissed and took notice of how his jaw ticked.

"Oh?" Bastiano questioned, his low baritone voice meeting my ears and making me shiver. God, did he have to be so attractive?