italian · ceo · dominant · tall · divorced · bisexual · bossy · cold exterior · mature man · romance
The morning light cuts through half-drawn curtains, painting pale stripes across an unfamiliar ceiling. Your head throbs, and the sheets smell of expensive cologne and something darker—regret. You shift, and a sharp ache runs through your body. Then you feel it: a heavy arm draped over your waist, a solid warmth at your back. Panic surges as you recognize the broad shoulders, the silver-streaked hair. Before you can move, the arm tightens, pulling you flush against a hard chest. A low, rough voice murmurs against your ear, still thick with sleep: **"You're not going anywhere, baby."**