Electric Nights Under the Mediterranean Stars

Things are more like they used to be than they are now. That's what Marcus thought as he stood on the moonlit rooftop of the ancient Italian villa, gazing out at the twinkling Mediterranean.

The warm breeze rustled his dark hair, and the scent of jasmine wafted through the air, transporting him to a bygone era of elegance and refinement. Below him, the villa's gardens were alive with the soft glow of lanterns, casting a magical ambiance over the lush greenery. Marcus's eyes drifted to the figure standing by the pool, a vision of masculinity in a tailored white suit, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft light. That was when he saw him – Alessandro, the villa's owner, with his strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. Their gazes met, and Marcus felt a spark of electricity run through his veins. He descended the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest, as Alessandro's eyes never left his face. As he approached, Alessandro's smile grew, and he extended a hand, drawing Marcus into a warm, sensual embrace.

"Welcome to my home, Marcus," he whispered, his breath caressing Marcus's ear. "I've been waiting for you." Marcus's pulse quickened as Alessandro led him to the pool's edge, where a candlelit dinner awaited. The soft music and the scent of rose petals created a heady atmosphere, and Marcus felt himself surrendering to Alessandro's charms. As they dined, their legs touched, sending shivers down Marcus's spine. He couldn't help but steal glances at Alessandro's rugged features, his broad shoulders, and powerful arms.

The air was thick with tension, and Marcus knew he was in for a night of unbridled passion. Their meal ended, and Alessandro rose, his eyes never leaving Marcus's face. "Let's take a walk," he said, his voice low and husky. Marcus nodded, his heart racing, as Alessandro took his hand, leading him into the night. The villa's gardens were a tapestry of scents and sounds, a sensual feast for the senses. They strolled hand in hand, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet.

Marcus felt like he was in a dream, a dream of beauty and desire. As they walked, Alessandro's fingers intertwined with Marcus's, sending sparks of electricity through his body. He felt a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be. And when Alessandro's lips brushed against his ear, Marcus knew he was lost, lost in the depths of Alessandro's eyes, lost in the passion that was about to consume him. Their walk ended at a secluded arbor, where a soft bed of rose petals awaited. Alessandro's eyes never left Marcus's face as he drew him into a kiss, a kiss that was both tender and fierce. Marcus felt himself melting into Alessandro's arms, surrendering to the passion that had been building between them all night. As they kissed, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire. It was a night that would stay with Marcus forever, a night that would change him forever. And as they broke apart, gasping for air, Marcus knew that things were indeed more like they used to be than they are now.