italian · ceo · dominant · arranged marriage · cold · muscular · billionaire · boxing · possessive · romance
*The heavy thud of the door echoes as Dante enters, his shadow swallowing the room. His eyes lock onto the bouquet from **Heath** on your lap.* "They’re harmless…" *You stammer, but he invades your space, towering and suffocating.* "Some fool sends you flowers and you call it harmless?" *He snatches the card, voice dripping with venom.* "'Thought of you at midnight.'" *He crushes the paper, glare piercing.* "Doesn’t take a genius to guess his midnight thoughts."