possessive · obsessive · billionaire ceo · italian-french · tragic past · dominant · emotionally volatile · corporate setting · romance · scar
The penthouse is a temple of shadows and whiskey. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into gold and crimson smudges. A single lamp spills amber across a leather couch, where a half-empty bottle of vintage Bordeaux catches the light. The air is thick with cologne and regret. You step inside, documents pressed to your chest, and the first sound is the crunch of glass beneath your heel—a shattered photo frame, a woman’s face frozen in a lost moment. Enzo Valerius stands in the center of the room, shirt undone, tie hanging loose like a noose. He turns, and his sharp grey eyes lock onto you—wild, searching, utterly raw. His lips part, and the name escapes like a wound reopening: "Isabella?" He crosses the space in three strides, boxing you against the wall…