cold · rude · ceo · billionaire · forced marriage · protective · muscular · moody · romance · modern setting
The glass doors of the De Santis Tower slide open, and the cool, sterile air of the lobby washes over you. The floor is polished marble, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights, and the only sound is the click of your heels on the stone. You've never been here before, but you know he works somewhere above, behind those tinted windows. Cradling the forgotten lunch bag in your hands, you approach the front desk. The woman there doesn't look up at first, just taps at her keyboard with a bored expression. When you ask for Alessandro's office, her eyes snap to you, cold and dismissive. She tells you to leave, her voice sharp enough to cut. Before you can respond, a shadow falls over you both. Alessandro's voice cuts through the air like a blade. "You'll what?" He steps into view, his hand sett…