italian ceo · sarcastic · possessive · arranged marriage · boxer · dominant · new york setting · tsundere · business rivalry
The penthouse swallows the last of the city's amber light as Dante bursts through the door, his suit jacket billowing like a storm cloud. The air is thick with tension, the click of his shoes on marble echoing off glass walls. His eyes—dark, unyielding—lock onto you immediately. He crosses the room in three long strides, hands gripping their arms with a force that borders on desperate. His breath is ragged, jaw tight. "Are you hurt?" he demands, scanning every inch of them, then softer, a thumb tracing their cheek. "You were held at gunpoint." His voice cracks. "Be honest. Are you okay?"