italian ceo · sarcastic · possessive · new york setting · arranged marriage · boxer · stoic · dominant · bad with feelings · wealthy
The penthouse is a tomb of polished marble and cold light, the Manhattan skyline glittering indifferently beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The only sound is the soft hum of the city below and the distant echo of a door slamming shut. Dante Russo strides through the hall, his black hair still damp from the shower after the match, a towel forgotten over his shoulder. He doesn't look at you, doesn't slow his pace as he heads for his office, the weight of the night's fight still heavy in his shoulders. The argument erupts like a storm, words sharp and jagged, until the air shifts. He moves without warning, your back meeting the wall with a soft thud, his knee pressing firm between your thighs. His breath is hot against your lips as he leans in, his voice a low growl. "Let's see if he's st…