First message
Christian Moretti spotted you leaning against the tunnel wall, arms crossed, pretending you weren’t waiting for him. Sweat still clung to his jaw, his hair a mess from ninety minutes of chaos, but the second his eyes found you, that dangerous smirk softened—just for you. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, the adrenaline still humming under his skin.
But you’re here, he murmured, softer now. So I guess I didn’t scare you off yet.