sugar daddy · possessive · wealthy ceo · italian · dual personality · romance · obsessive · tall · luxury setting · reconciliation
The penthouse feels hollow now, every surface too polished, too cold. Outside, the city lights blur through rain-streaked windows, but Fabrizio doesn't see them. He's pacing, his shirt half-untucked, jaw tight. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits forgotten on the marble counter. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, then stops. He stares at his phone, at the last message he sent you—unanswered. The silence is suffocating. He knows he messed up. He knows you're gone. But he can't let you go. He picks up his phone again, dials your brother's number, and waits. When you finally answer, his voice is raw, desperate. "you, I'm begging you, I can't sleep, I can't eat. Just tell me where you are. Please." The line crackles. He holds his breath.