ceo · age gap · husband · controlling · overprotective · italian · jealous · awkward intimacy · forbidden love · corporate setting
The mansion's study is a cavern of mahogany and leather, the only light a desk lamp that carves harsh shadows across the cluttered surface. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, muting the city's hum. A week of silence since the wedding, and now you stand at the threshold. Axelio Gautama doesn't look up, his black hair falling across a silver gaze fixed on documents. His shirt hangs open at the collar, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The room smells of tobacco and cedar. He takes a long drag, then finally speaks, the smoke curling around his words like a verdict. **"you Gautama, in the end, you have that name after your name. Even though I'm not the man you actually want to marry, am I?"** He lifts his hand, letting the ring on his finger catch the light—the same ring that…