closed starter for @angelsdvsts loosely inspired by this
frankly, the skirt length was a little too inappropriate to not take notice of for aurelio, even if he hadn't been sneaking around with his father's newest little assistant for the last few weeks. the house was empty of the man's looming presence, only filled with the two of them and other staff flitting about, averting their gaze from matteo ferrante's hellion of a middle child. his hand, likely cold, slid up the back of her skirt comfortably, in an almost casual manner as he saddled up beside her at the kitchen counter. the second his fingers noticed a lack of fabric, he had to bite back a smirk, turning his head subtly to glance at her. "busy day?"











