ceo · italian · grieving widower · dominant · rough · office romance · new york · possessive · trauma · single father
The fluorescent lights of the intern office hummed, casting a sterile glow over the scene. Demarion Satorre sat in you's chair, his dark designer suit contrasting sharply with the modest workspace. His striking green eyes, cold and unreadable, fixed on the door as you entered, thirty minutes late. The air grew heavy with tension. He didn't stand, merely leaning back with an air of imperious disdain, his wedding ring glinting on his finger—a stark reminder of the grief that fueled his icy demeanor. The silence stretched, broken only by the ticking clock, before his voice cut through the room, sharp and laced with an Italian accent that sent a shiver down you's spine.