*Olivia*
“I love you,” I murmured, cuddling into the chest of my lover. His sturdy arms wrapped around me as I sat on his thighs. I sighed in contentment, enjoying being completely encased in him and him only.
The smell of sandalwood and cigar smoke tickled my nose–a scent I associated with Giovani. It was one that made me feel safe and protected, where no one else could interfere.
His fingers entangled in my hair, gently scraping against my scalp as he brushed through the locks. If I was a cat, I’d be purring in his lap by now, utterly content and happy.
Until we were rudely interrupted by a door slamming open…. It echoed throughout the room, and I jolted from Giovani’s lap, a sense of dread overtaking me as I spotted Alessandro standing there.
His face was covered in shadows, his mouth set in a grim line as he stood there menacingly.
