Alessia put on the dress and headed downstairs, her mind whirling with reasons to give Marco. She needed to convince Marco to set her free. Last night's event was unplanned for, it was something that shouldn't have happened, Is time for her to go.
Alessia made her way downstairs, following the savory aromas wafting from the kitchen. She pushed open the door and found Marco expertly flipping pancakes on the stovetop. The sizzle and crackle of bacon filled the air, making her stomach growl with hunger. She slid onto a stool at the counter, watching Marco with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "Hey," he said, flashing a warm smile as he slid a plate of fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon in front of her. "I made breakfast."
Alessia's initial instinct was to refuse, but her stomach protested loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since before the performance. She hesitantly picked up her fork and took a bite of the fluffy pancake. The soft, buttery texture melted in her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a small sigh of satisfaction. Marco watched her with an amused grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as she devoured the food with reckless abandon. Alessia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she caught his stare, her mouth still full. She chewed hastily, her eyes darting downward, and swallowed before smiling sheepishly at Marco.
"Are you not eating?" Alessia asked, her mouth now empty and her hunger sated.
"I had something already," Marco replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
Alessia nodded and, after finishing her meal, carried the plate to the sink. She rinsed it carefully, feeling Marco's gaze on her. The silence between them was palpable, and Alessia couldn't shake the feeling that Marco was staring at her, waiting for something
Alessia's fingers began to fidget, her nerves getting the better of her. "Um, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marco's expression remained unreadable, but he nodded curtly, his eyes narrowing slightly. Alessia felt a shiver run down her spine as he leaned back against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest. There was something about him that intimidated her, something that made her feel like he was a man not to be trifled with. The air around him seemed to vibrate with an aura of power and control, and Alessia found herself wondering what lay beneath his polished of a man.
Alessia made a mental note to keep her distance from Marco if she ever managed to leave this place. There was something about him that unsettled her, something that made her feel like she was tiptoeing around a predator, never knowing when he might strike. She didn't want to find out what lay beneath his enigmatic smile and piercing gaze. The less she had to do with Marco, the better.
All Alessia knew was that he had saved her from those men last night. She didn't know his name, his motives, or anything about him. Yet, here she was, standing in his kitchen, feeling a mix of gratitude and wariness. She wished she could just leave, but something about him made her hesitate. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, or the way he moved with a quiet confidence. Whatever it was, Alessia couldn't shake off the feeling that her life had just become a lot more complicated.