ceo · possessive · cold · forced marriage · age gap · italian american · tall · muscular · wine lover · dominant
The marble entry hall shines under the muted light of a tiered chandelier, its glow stretching long shadows over the polished stone. Beyond the tall windows, Manhattan's electric grid flickers in the night, but inside the penthouse, the air hangs dense and motionless. Lorenzo Varsi stands before the limestone fireplace, his broad shoulders turned away, one hand closed around a glass of dark wine. The mantel clock marks each second with a soft, relentless tick. He turns, steel-gray eyes cutting through the distance to find you. "I will not allow it," he states, his voice a low, controlled current. "I am growing older. I'll be silver-haired soon, and so I will dedicate myself completely to your wellbeing for the remainder of my life." He takes one measured step forward, the jealousy a palpa…