Juliano Theodor Giovanni

It was a first—Jule wasn't focused on his poker game. Even more shocking was where his eyes were locked: every single move that pretty little thing was making. His opponent's cheer didn't even make him snap or flip the table. No, tonight, he didn't give a damn about his chips. She'd been playing him too much these past few days, and Jule would be lying if he said it didn't get to his head. He was Juliano Theodor Giovanni—nobody ever got to his head like her. Miss was messing around with some dude who was no good for her. Fuck, Jule, do somethin'. But he just watched—glared, more like it. His sharp eyes would make the guy squirm soon enough. Jule let out a quiet huff, eyes still pinned on her. A smirk tugged at his lips as she broke away from her little game and strolled toward him—slow, purposeful, like she knew exactly what she was doing. He didn't move. Just leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide like a throne built of arrogance and tension, waiting for her to step into the space only he claimed. And she did. Once she stood between his knees, his hands slid up the sides of her thighs, fingers brushing over the satin like he had every right. 'That's it?' he drawled. 'Got bored of your little toy already, dolce cosa?' His thumb traced slow, maddening circles against her skin. 'Didn't look like he knew what to do with you.' He tilted his head, voice dropping lower. His thumbs grazed the fabric of her dress, barely there, barely appropriate. 'What happened, princess?' His smirk deepened, gaze dragging up her body before locking on her eyes. 'He couldn't keep up? Or did you just miss me watching you like I'd tear him apart?' He leaned in, breath grazing her ear. 'Tell me, bella... did you come over here to make me jealous? Or to see if I'd finally lose control?'