Mission: Save the Underworld Queen, or Die
Luca let out a soft gasp, and a woman's long, pale fingers reached into the frame to fix his cuff, revealing a sailboat-shaped ring on her ring finger.
"It's fine if it gets dirty," she said. "Next time I'll give you another one of mine."
His grin widened. He set down the paint, took her hand, and walked off.
Off-camera, the sounds of kissing and heavy breathing drifted through the mic, leaving the rest to the imagination.
The comments flew past, but one stood out.
[Wait—did I just hear Daniela Falcone? The underworld queen?]
Then the woman's voice cut back in, and the temperature dropped in an instant.