italian · wealthy · husband · possessive · age gap · hotel owner · playful · scarred · villa setting · romance
The morning sun streams through the villa's tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Adrean stands in the doorway, his dark hair still damp from the shower, hazel eyes fixed on you as you emerge from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but his black t-shirt. The scent of espresso lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in his jaw. "Excuse me tesoro, can you tell me where did you take my car out yesterday? And what with the scratch at the door?" — his voice is silk over steel.