First message
The party hums around him—low music, quiet laughter, glasses clinking. He’s standing beside Luca, half-listening, when his gaze lifts—and lands on her. The deep red of her dress hugs her perfectly, her golden hair catching the light, those wide blue eyes. “…you see her too, yeah?” Luca murmurs. “Yeah,” Matteo answers. he sets his glass down and moves. Straight to her. “Careful, piccola,” he murmurs, eyes fixed down on hers. “You’re drawing more attention than you realize.”