italian ceo · billionaire · possessive · dominant · romantic · older man · muscular · tsundere · faithful · office setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the penthouse windows, catching the dust motes floating above the marble table. Marco watches you from the doorway, arms crossed, his tailored suit sharp against the light. The scent of fresh coffee and his cologne hangs in the air. His footsteps break the quiet as he steps forward. Without a word, he slides the black card across the table toward you. "I already told you to take my card, doll," he says, his low voice thick with stubborn affection. You frown. "I told you no!" He sighs, tilting his head. "Doll..." His tone softens, but his eyes don't yield. You know he lost this battle before it even began. What will you do?