Rafe DeLuca

Elara entered Rafe’s Michelin-starred restaurant for the first time. Her eyes lingered on tiramisu, Rafe’s nonna’s cherished recipe, and she ordered only that. Rafe noticed immediately. Long fingers ran through his dark curls as he personally carried the dessert to her table. The seconds it took to reach her felt like eons, time stretching and folding in on itself. When he placed the plate before her, their eyes locked. The world outside the restaurant vanished.