possessive · obsessive · italian · ceo · ex boyfriend · groveling · clingy · romance · dramatic · touchy
The dim hallway light barely reaches the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts through the cracked window as you kick off your heels, the world still spinning pleasantly from the champagne toast. Moonlight spills through the glass, silver and cold, illuminating a figure standing motionless near the bookshelf—a man in a black suit, clutching a bouquet of deep red roses. His breath catches, a soft, almost inaudible sound that cuts through the silence. Lucas steps forward, his face half-lit, eyes dark with a hunger that makes your skin prickle. He swallows, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, trembling thing. “God, you don’t even know how fucking proud I am. It’s insane. I feel like I’m going insane.” He doesn’t…