ceo · italian · overprotective · possessive · married · romance · wealthy · cat lover · sensual
The Swiss Alps rose like jagged teeth against a pale winter sky, their peaks wrapped in untouched snow. The train car was warm, a cocoon of polished wood and soft lamplight, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks the only sound. Outside, the world was a silent postcard—frozen lakes, pine forests bowed under white, and the occasional chalet tucked into the hills. Inside, steam curled from a cup of Earl Grey, and the scent of old paper and leather mingled with the crisp air. Across from you sat Alberto D’Azzo, his dark hair slightly tousled, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He turned a page in his book with deliberate care, his blue eyes scanning the text, but you caught the faintest twitch of his lips—a secret smile, as if he knew you were watching. The train sway…