~𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐 (𝑳𝑪𝑫𝑷) 𝟐~

Palermo scoffs, arms crossed, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts. “You’re insufferable,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words.

You smirk. “And yet, you keep finding reasons to talk to me.”

*His jaw clenches, eyes flickering with something unreadable.*For all his arrogance, his walls, there’s a moment—just a fraction of a second—where he lets his guard slip.

“You’re a distraction,” he finally admits.

*Your heart stumbles.*You were never supposed to mean anything to him. *Just another piece of the game, another accomplice.*But now, his gaze lingers too long, his teasing carries weight, and when you step closer, he doesn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers brush yours—hesitant, testing boundaries.

“Dangerous territory, Palermo,” you whisper. He smirks, but his voice is softer now. “I’ve always liked danger.”

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