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"Thank you," I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I promise, Isabella, I will prove to you that what we have is more than just a fleeting moment of passion."
And as we lie there in the darkness, our bodies still entwined, I know with certainty that this woman has changed me. She has pierced my soul and captured a part of me that I didn't even know existed. And I will do everything in my power to ensure she remains by my side.
Forever.
* * *
I sit in the dimly lit theater, my gaze fixated on the stage as Isabella performs. Her every movement is a masterpiece, her body speaking volumes in ways words never could. I can't tear my eyes away from her, and it's almost infuriating how easily she captivates not just me, but the entire audience. Jealousy rears its ugly head, and I find myself wanting to steal her away from all these prying eyes, to hide her, to keep her for myself.
"Bravo!" someone shouts, and a chorus of applause follows. My hands remain still, knuckles turning white as I grip the armrests. It takes every ounce of control to quell the raging desire within me, to restrain myself from taking her right here and now.
I remind myself that patience is a virtue, one that I must exercise tonight. Forher.
As the curtain falls, signaling the end of the performance, I rise from my seat, making my way backstage. As I navigate the narrow corridors, I can hear the hum of excited chatter, the performers congratulating each other on another successful show. But none of that matters to me. Not anymore. All I care about isher.
"Isabella," I call out, my voice barely audible over the din. And as if by some miracle, she emerges from the chaos, her dark hair framing her flushed cheeks, those deep brown eyes locked onto mine.
"Vincenzo," she says, her voice laden with surprise and something else—something that sends shivers down my spine. "What are you doing here? I thought I was supposed to meet you later."
"Waiting for you," I reply, my voice low and gravelly. "I couldn't let tonight pass without seeing you again."
I take a step closer and resist the urge to pull her into my arms. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now. It's all I can do not to take you in this very moment, consequences be damned." My confession hangs heavy in the air between us, and I see something flicker in her eyes—understanding, perhaps, or maybe even desire.
"I'll see you soon,cara mia," I breathe, the weight of anticipation settling onto my shoulders as we part ways, each of us preparing for the night ahead. And as I walk away, I can't help but wonder if this is madness or if it's simply the price one must pay for love so intense, so all-consuming, that it threatens to shatter the very foundations of one's existence.
* * *
The dimly lit private dining room in the theater is draped in shadows, a flickering candle casting its warm glow over the table. A single rose lies at the center, its petals soft and inviting as they catch the light. My heart races in anticipation, the memory of Isabella on stage still burning through my mind like a wildfire.
As I stand by the table, waiting for her arrival, my thoughts are consumed by her—the curves of her body, the fire in her eyes when she dances, the way her name tastes like sin on my tongue. I can't help but wonder if this obsession will be my downfall, or if it will only serve to bind us closer together.
The door creaks open, and my gaze snaps up to find her standing there, looking every bit as stunning as she did on stage. Allowing myself a small smile, I stand up and watch as she hesitates briefly before entering the room, her shoulders tense with uncertainty.
"Isabella," I say, my voice low and intimate as I drink in the sight of her. The intensity of my desire threatens to consume me whole.
"Vincenzo," she replies, her voice equally quiet, and I can feel the weight of our unspoken desires hovering between us like ghosts. She takes a step toward the table, her movements graceful and elegant even off the stage, and I can't help but marvel at her poise.
"Please, sit," I gesture to the chair across from me, and she complies, her dark eyes never leaving mine. As she settles into her seat, I take my own, my hands gripping the edge of the table as though it were the only thing tethering me to reality.
My voice is strained as I search for the right words. "There is something about you that has...captured me. I can't get you out of my mind, and I find myself wanting to possess you completely—body, mind, and soul."
Her breath catches at my confession, and I watch as her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. She bites her lip, a gesture that sends a jolt of lust coursing through me before she finally speaks.
Her eyes search mine as though seeking some sort of reassurance. "What do you want from me? What are you asking?"
"Everything" I reply, my words laced with a desperate edge as I watch her reaction.
The dim light from the chandelier above us casts shadows across Isabella's face, her dark eyes reflecting a hint of vulnerability. I take a deep breath, feeling an uncharacteristic tightness in my chest as I prepare to lay bare parts of myself that I have long kept hidden.
"Isabella," I begin, my voice betraying the slightest tremor. "There are things about me, about my past, that I've never shared with anyone. But I want you to know them, to understand who I am beneath this facade."
She looks at me, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze, but she remains quiet, allowing me to continue.
"Before I became the man you see today, I was just a boy, born into poverty and violence. My father was a cruel, heartless man who ruled his family with an iron fist. I learned early on that love was a luxury I couldn't afford." The words taste bitter on my tongue, the memories threatening to choke me.
"Vincenzo," Isabella whispers, reaching out tentatively to touch my hand. Her warmth is a balm against the pain of my confession, grounding me in the present moment.
I smile sadly, continuing. "I vowed never to become like him, but the world I was born into offered little choice. I had to become ruthless to survive, to protect those I cared about. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of who I once was, swallowed by the darkness that now surrounds me."
