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Angel stood frozen in her spot, her cartoon-like eyes widened at Salvatore's words.
The hallway was dimly lit and was oddly quiet for Angel's liking. The walls were decorated with ancient portraits and paintings, and grand chandeliers hung gracefully from the golden patterned ceiling.
"What are you talking about?" She stated bravely as she pushed her chest up to appear more confident. However, inside her shivering body all she felt was fear and anxiety.
A dark chuckle erupted from Salvatore's mouth, his eyes darkened as he leaned closer to the nervous girl.
"You know exactly what i mean piccola ragazza" His breath was chilling and fell against her soft cheeks, goosebumps arose on her skin. (little girl)
Angel struggled to breathe as she felt his tall and dominating body so close to her shivering one. All confidence she once tried to have, had vanished suddenly.
"I... I just saw you looking... sad" She sighed as her words came out brittle and soft. Her struggle to breath was the only noise heard in the grand hallway. Salvatore remained silent and still, his quietness made Angel fidget under his intense gaze.
Salvatore was surprised to hear that Angel had noticed his unhappiness. It made him feel... understood.
He was always known as the ruthless Don who carried dominance and toxic masculinity, who was told to never show his tears or express any sort of emotion.
Angel brought out a softer side to him, a side which he never had never felt before. She was innocent, empathetic, artistic and open minded. She was like a ray of sunshine, lighting up every room she walked into. Every detail about her Salvatore admired.
She was divine and heavenly, holding elegance as she would saunter curiously around the estate. She often got bored and lonely with no one to talk to and would wonder around, frequently getting in trouble from either her father or Salvatore.
