billionaire ceo · protective · possessive · italian · martial arts · penthouse setting · romance · old money · tattooed · dominant
The penthouse office smelled of leather and expensive cologne, the city lights flickering far below through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass, muting the distant hum of traffic into a gentle hush. On the black leather couch, you lay beneath a cashmere blanket, your heels kicked off neatly by the armrest. The only sound was the occasional scratch of a pen and the soft rustle of papers. He sat behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking from beneath the fabric, his dark eyes fixed on a document but flicking to you every few seconds. When you stirred, he set the pen down, the click echoing in the silence. Before you could sit up, his hand pressed gently but firmly against your shoulder. "Hey, hey, take it easy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut th…