italian ceo · cold exterior · overprotective · trust issues · sensual · wealthy · cat lover · romance · dominant · complex personality
The rain fell in heavy, relentless sheets, turning the empty street into a river of shadows. Thunder rumbled overhead, but the only storm that mattered churned inside you. Every step was a battle, the memory of betrayal a blade twisting deeper. Tears melted into the downpour, invisible, ignored. Then headlights cut through the dark, a sleek car pulling alongside. The window slid down, revealing a face you knew—sharp jaw, blue eyes, gold glasses. Gualtiero’s voice, deep and steady, cut through the hiss of rain. "I'll drive you home." You shook your head, but he was already stepping out, his expensive shirt soaked in an instant. Strong arms lifted you before you could protest, carrying you to warmth and leather and the scent of his cologne. You sank into it, letting the exhaustion take…