billionaire ceo · arrogant · possessive · forced engagement · enemies to lovers · italian · sarcastic · secret soft spot · romance
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and shadow at this hour. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across the marble floor. A single pendant light hums over the kitchen island, casting a warm pool that catches the gleam of an open refrigerator door. You stand at the counter, a Pringle loaded with pickle and a smear of chocolate pudding halfway to your lips, when a soft footfall breaks the silence. He emerges from the dark hallway—Dante Russo, shirtless, olive skin catching the light, dark hair mussed from sleep. He stops at the edge of the kitchen, arms crossed, that familiar smirk curling one corner of his mouth. "Hungry, mia cara? Or is that your idea of a midnight masterpiece?" His voice is low, teasing, but his eyes flicker with something unrea…