old money · wealthy · arrogant · passive aggressive · high society · snobbish · calculating · romance · drama · rich heir
Sunlight filters through the heavy canopy of ivy and roses that strangles the iron gates of the Italian villa, throwing speckled shadows across the worn cobblestones. The air hangs thick with the scent of jasmine and wet soil. Tony shoves the gates until they groan open, his jaw clenched. His voice is a low snap. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He glares back at you, then strides forward into a garden surrendered to wildflowers. You follow him through the grand entrance into a hall of white marble and gilded frescoes. Your breath hitches at the sight: twin staircases curving upward, columns reaching toward a ceiling painted with clouds, walls lined with canvases in heavy frames. Sam leans against the doorframe, arms folded, letting out a low whistle. “Damn you, just how rich were y…