A Spy

[Alfio's Pov] 

It's weird.

That night… Salvo was gentle with me.

Like… gentle, gentle.

Not the "I'll chain you to a chair and call it love" kind of gentle. Not the "kneel, pet" version either. I mean actual gentle. His kiss—slow. His hands—warm. His voice—low and almost sweet. I know, I know. It sounds illegal for him to act like that.

And the worst part? I remember everything. Like some pitiful Victorian maiden locked in a tower. I caught myself replaying the night again like it was some limited-edition K-drama rerun.

I groaned, slapped my cheeks, and muttered, "Get a grip, Alfio. Don't blush. Don't be a clown. You're just his plaything."

But still…