The Boss Revealed
luca
yeah,well .... thanks . i guess 😳
Marco chuckled again, straightening up and heading for the door🚪
AFTER SOMETIME......
luca was still processing the interaction when a soft knock came at the door again. Marco's voice followed, calm yet commanding.
Marco
Dinner’s ready. Get down here before it gets cold.
luca
Dinner? What am I, a guest at a royal banquet?
(banquet - large formal meal or feast, often held to celebrate a special event or occasion.)
He followed anyway, trailing down the grand staircase to a dining room that looked too extravagant to actually eat in. The long table was set with dishes that smelled like heaven. Marco was already seated at the head, gesturing for luca to take a seat near him.
Marco
Sit. Eat. You need it more than anyone here.
luca
Alright, fine. But don’t expect me to eat with manners or whatever.
Marco smirked but didn’t reply, watching as luca dug into the food like he hadn’t eaten in days. For a moment, Marco’s gaze lingered on luca, his sharp features softening slightly. He waited until luca was halfway through his plate before speaking casually.
Marco
so, lu..luca .you've been calling me 'Mister Fancy House Guy ' all day
Marco
*smirking*
Don’t you want to know my real name?
luca
I mean… sure. You’re not gonna tell me it’s Mister Fancy House Guy, right?
Marco chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Marco
It’s Marco. Marco Rinaldi
luca froze for a moment, the name sparking something in his mind. He looked up, eyebrows furrowing.
luca
Wait. Marco… Rinaldi? As in the Marco Rinaldi? The one people whisper about in alleys?
Marco’s smirk deepened, his sharp eyes locking onto luca's.
luca leaned back, his fork clattering against his plate. His expression shifted between shock and disbelief.
(Clattering refers to a series of loud, sharp sounds made when hard objects strike each other or when something falls noisily.)
luca
So you’re… like, a mafia boss or something?
Marco
Something like that. And before you ask, no, I’m not going to hurt you. If I wanted to, I wouldn’t have bothered saving you.
luca relaxed slightly, though his mind raced with questions
luca
Well, that explains the house. And the attitude.
luca
Yeah. You’ve got that whole ‘I’m untouchable, bow before me’ vibe
Marco chuckled softly, a sound that made luca’s chest tighten unexpectedly.
Marco
You’re braver than most people, luca. You talk to me like I’m just some guy. It’s… refreshing.
luca glanced up, meeting Marco’s piercing gaze. His throat went dry as something unspoken passed between them. Flustered, he quickly looked away.
Marco smirked, his voice dropping to a murmur.
Marco
luca... you can call me marco..
The words were simple, but there was a strange warmth in them.
luca
Fine. Marco. Happy now?
As the meal continued, luca couldn’t shake the feeling of Marco’s gaze lingering on him. And for reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t entirely mind.
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