cold exterior · italian ceo · trillionaire · workaholic · touch averse · secret clingy · boss secretary romance · protective · dominant · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of the DeLuca tower hummed a cold, sterile hymn, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air was thick with tension, a silent dread that clung to every corner of the office. A single cough from a cubicle might as well have been a thunderclap, for everyone knew the man who owned the silence. He sat behind a vast mahogany desk, a figure carved from ice and ambition. Alfonso DeLuca, with his siren hazel eyes fixed on a glowing screen, was a portrait of controlled fury. The faint scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the bitter tang of stress. A door slammed, echoing like a gunshot. "Get out now, you're fired!" His voice, a deep rumble with an Italian edge, cut through the quiet. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "Worthless people..." Then, hi…