Cruise Ship – Late Night
Santi's Cabin
A storm whispered against the windows, but inside, Santi was on fire.
No candle tonight.
Just him, a pen, and pure villain energy.
He rolled his neck slowly, cracking it like a boxer before a match.
Then he picked up the pink stationery, lips twitching in glee.
"Time to ruin some hearts," he muttered.
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Letter One: From the Salvatore Heiress to Nico (fake)
Santi dipped the pen in ink, smiling like he was writing wedding vows—but this was straight poison.
> Nico,
Last night was a dream. You said it was business, but your hands told another story. I've had many lovers, but none ever made me cry out like you did on that balcony.
Tell me—did your soft little butler moan for you like that? Or was he too busy folding napkins?
I left my lace garter under your pillow. If you want more... meet me in the wine cellar. Alone.
I'll be wearing nothing but your name.
—Ariana 💋
