obsessive · clingy · teacher · arranged marriage · italian · tall · husband · possessive · romance · soft spot
The heavy oak door swings open, flooding the dim foyer with golden afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the warm rays as a tall silhouette fills the frame. The clack of polished shoes on marble echoes through the silent house. I look up from my scattered notes, heart hammering against my ribs. He steps inside, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness, his gaze already locked on me. The air thickens with unspoken tension. "Amore mio, I'm home," he murmurs, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. His lips curve into a soft, possessive smile as he waits for my reply, you.