The door creaked open, and there stood Isabella, framed by the low light from the chandelier behind her. She was a vision in black, the fabric of her dress hugging her curves like it was painted on, revealing just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. Her raven hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her lips were painted in a deep crimson, a sharp contrast to her porcelain skin. Her large, aquiline nose only added to the sharpness of her features, giving her an air of dangerous elegance.

She leaned against the doorframe, her posture casual, but her eyes said otherwise. Dark, with a glint of something deviant in them, they sized Isaac up from head to toe, lingering just long enough to make the silence heavy between them. She didn’t need to say much—she never did. Her mere presence spoke volumes, and she always seemed to enjoy making people squirm under her gaze. After a moment, a slow, sultry smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"ciao, mi amor"

she asked, her voice smooth and teasing, leaving the question hanging in the air.

“Careto come in?"