italian · ceo · tall · arrogant · protective · arranged marriage · romance · ruthless · luxury
The bedroom is a cathedral of shadow and silk. Moonlight spills through tall windows, catching the gilded edges of a chandelier that hangs like a frozen chime. The air smells of sandalwood and the faint trace of your perfume. At 2 A.M., Dante Russo stirs, his instincts sharp as a blade. He sits up, the white sheets pooling at his waist, and his dark gaze immediately finds you—curled on the couch, a crumpled blanket your only armor. Your face is soft in the silver glow, freckles scattered like constellations across your cheeks. Even in sleep, there’s a stubborn set to your jaw that makes his lips twitch. He rises, silent and deliberate, his tall frame moving like a predator through the stillness. "You'll ruin your back like that," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He bends, lift…