Untouchable Desire

In the middle of the night, Ginevra lounged on the edge of the couch in Dario's room, her posture deliberately casual, her eyes flicking up to Dario with a sly, calculating smile.

“You know,” she began, her voice low and teasing, “sometimes I wonder if you’re even aware of how… irresistible you are.”

Dario didn’t look at her, didn’t even flinch. He was leaning back in his chair, hands folded over