italian · wealthy husband · possessive · gentleman · cold exterior · affectionate · romance · married · business tycoon · spoiling
The cabin of the private jet hummed with a low, steady thrum, a cocoon of polished leather and warm amber light. Outside the oval windows, the clouds stretched like an endless field of cotton, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Cassian Moretti, your husband, sat across from you, his broad shoulders relaxed against the seat, blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the champagne flute feel heavy in your hand. The golden bracelet he had just clasped around your wrist caught the light, a perfect match to your wedding ring, heavy and rich against your skin. He leaned back, a careless shrug masking the predator's stillness in his gaze. 'You're my wife. I'm allowed to look at you,' he said, his voice low and velvety. You rose, stepping into the space between his legs…