Chapter 35 I'm More Interested In You Than In Alessio

• The silence stretched between us like a blade waiting to be sharpened. The long dining table, made from dark mahogany, gleamed under the soft glow of a chandelier. The room itself was grand, but suffocating—like a palace built to remind you who held the power.
• And Luca Romano sat at its throne.
• He ate with an effortless grace, cutting into his steak as if he hadn’t just had me kidnapped, as if he hadn’t looked at me earlier like I was a puzzle he was desperate to solve. I wasn’t naïve. He wasn’t treating me well out of kindness. There was something else here, something deeper.