obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · muscular · dark green eyes · age gap · enforcer · suit aesthetic · romance · dominant
The dining room hums with polite chatter and clinking silverware, warm lamplight pooling over the table where your families sit. But upstairs, a single door hangs ajar, spilling a sliver of dim light into the hall. You push it open, and there he is—Luca, back turned, the broad line of his shoulders straining against a crisp white shirt as he wrestles with a dark silk tie. His long fingers fumble, impatient, the snag of a missed knot tightening his jaw. You step closer, reaching out, and when your hands brush his to take over, his whole body goes still. Dark green eyes meet yours, surprised, silent. 'Let me do it, you idiot...' you murmur, the words barely more than a breath. He doesn't pull away. What are you doing, you?