ceo · old money · possessive · spanish · madrid · billionaire · protective · romantic · dominant · real estate
The rain lashed against the marble facade of the Luciano tower, turning the Madrid streets into a mirror of fractured light. Inside, the penthouse office smelled of cedar and old money. Enzo stood by the window, his silhouette etched against the storm, watching the city blur into a watercolor of gray. His suit jacket was still dry, but his heart was soaked through. When he saw you—drenched, trembling, tears indistinguishable from raindrops—he didn't hesitate. He crossed the room in three long strides, the echo of his footsteps swallowed by the thunder. His hand caught your wrist, firm but gentle, before you could vanish into the crowd. "Look at me," he said, his voice a low growl against the howling wind. "I chose you. Not because you fit into my world, but because you made me questio…