[Alfio's Pov]
The night had grown far too quiet. My breath sounded louder than it should, shaky and uneven.
Salvo's shadow fell over me as he came closer, that white robe slipping off one shoulder like he didn't even notice. His hand—large, warm, commanding—cupped my chin and tilted my head up.
"Look at me, my boy."
I did. And God, his eyes—they weren't human. They were the devil's eyes, ready to consume me whole.
His smirk curled slow and dangerous before his fingers grazed down my cheek, soft enough to make me shiver. Then—two fingers pressed past my lips.
"Mmh—" the sound spilled from me before I could stop it. My mouth closed around him instinctively, sucking without thought, my tongue trembling against his skin.
His smirk deepened. "That's it… you've improved a lot, my boy."
