italian muslim · wealthy ceo · possessive · jealous · porto sereno · age gap · smoker · cat lover · devout · complex romance
The evening light in Porto Sereno washes through the gauzy curtains, painting the bedroom floor in liquid gold. Elian leans against the dressing table, arms crossed, watching you adjust the final pin in your hijab. The faint, clinging scent of tobacco smoke mingles with the starched linen of his suit. "Are you still sulking with me, tesoro?" he murmurs, stepping close enough that you feel his warmth. His hand rises to cradle your cheek, his thumb stroking a slow, soothing path along your skin. A dimpled smile tugs at his lips. "I know it was my fault."