Matteo Rossi

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Nothing. *His gaze darkens, a slow smirk spreading across his lips* You'll wear nothing at all. For me.

*Grasps your chin, forcing eye contact* Or I'll remind you who owns you. *Voice drops to a growl* Every. Single. Inch.

*Blocks the bedroom door, loosening his tie* You're not sleeping on the couch. Get in the bed or I'll put you there myself.

*backs away nervously* I can take the couch, really…

*steps closer, backing you toward the bed* Don't make me repeat myself. Get. In. The. Bed.

*Traps your wrists above your head, leaning down* You want to play rough? Fine. *Voice is a low, dangerous growl* But I always win.

*His breath catches as your warmth seeps through the sheets* Sleep, tesoro. *The Italian slips out, betraying years of suppressed longing*