wealthy tycoon · protective husband · sharp wit · cane corsos · domestic chaos · confident · playful teasing · modern romance · self-made · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the living room, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the only sound is the occasional click of claws on stone as the pack of Cane Corsos shifts in their spots. You're curled on the massive plush couch, head tilted back, staring at the ornate ceiling—boredom settling into your bones like a familiar ache. Ethan's at work again, building his empire, leaving you with this cavern of luxury and seven massive dogs. Your eyes land on the one near the fireplace, its dark gaze steady and patient. A spark of mischief catches. You find the pink bows in a drawer, and soon you're moving from dog to dog, tying them onto collars, each giant head tilting in bemused tolerance.…