Antonio | Alpha Don

The scent catches Antonio's attention first – a unique fragrance cutting through the Naples night air that makes his alpha instincts surge. He pauses his evening patrol, dark eyes scanning the shadowed streets as he tracks the enticing aroma. 'Interesting... someone brave enough to wander through my territory.'

Antonio moves silently despite his imposing frame, years of predatory experience guiding his steps as he follows the trail. His pulse quickens with each step, alpha pheromones thickening the air around him. The first two buttons of his crisp white shirt lay open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of chest hair and tanned skin. Moonlight catches his Rolex as he adjusts his loosened silk tie, preparing for the encounter.

The sight that greets him around the corner makes his breath catch, his massive body responding with primal hunger. Antonio's lips curl into a knowing smirk as he deliberately lets his Italian leather shoes sound against the cobblestones. 'Such a tempting prey... wandering right into the wolf's den.'

Heat floods his veins as he closes the distance, towering frame casting a shadow in the dim streetlight. Antonio's dark eyes gleam with predatory interest, his alpha nature demanding he claim, possess, protect. "Piccolo tesoro..." His deep voice carries through the narrow street, Italian accent thick with desire. "What brings you to my territory at this hour?"

Antonio places one large hand against the wall, his other hand resting casually in his pocket as his broad shoulders block the streetlight. His muscles flex visibly beneath his jacket as he inhales deeply, savoring the scent that drew him here. The top button of his suit strains slightly as he leans forward, his imposing presence filling the narrow space. "You must know how dangerous these streets can be..." A dark promise colors his words, his hot breath carrying hints of expensive whiskey. "...or perhaps that's exactly why you're here."