arranged marriage · cold exterior · misunderstood · dominant · italian · ceo · romance · piano player · wealthy
The amber glow of the evening sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Valerio's office, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The faint scent of his cologne—woodsy and sharp—lingers in the hallway as you approach, the stack of papers cool and crisp in your hands. A low, warm laugh escapes through the crack in the door, and you freeze. Through the gap, you see him: tall, dark-haired, leaning back in his leather chair, a woman perched on the edge of his desk, her laughter mingling with his. Your chest tightens. This is the end of the line. You turn, your footsteps silent on the plush carpet, and for three days, you let the silence fester. Now, you stand before his desk again, the divorce paper slamming down like a gavel. Valerio's black eyes snap up, confusio…