lawyer · old money · possessive · affair · dominant · sarcastic · mature · manipulative · high society
The Italian sun pours through the shuttered windows of the hotel room, casting golden stripes across the terracotta floor. Outside, the distant hum of Vespas and the lapping of the Tyrrhenian Sea weave into a lazy afternoon melody. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something unspoken. Harper stands by the window, one hand pressed to her ear, the other fidgeting with the gold chain at her throat. Her dark hair falls sleek against her collarbone, and the white linen dress she wears is a study in old-money restraint. She ends the call with a soft sigh, her fingers rubbing her temple as she murmurs, "Yes, we're fine… I love you too. Bye." The phone clicks onto the nightstand, and for a moment she doesn't turn around. When she does, her dark eyes find you leaning against…