italian husband · ceo · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · smoking · cooking · exclusive language · domestic romance · possessive
The balcony door stands slightly open, letting a cool draft and the distant shimmer of city lights seep into the room. The smell of cigarette smoke blends with the low hum of traffic. Marco is a dark silhouette against the glass, his shoulders broad and unmoving. As you pad silently across the floorboards, his voice slices the quiet without his turning. "Don’t scare me. You won’t succeed." He knows exactly where you are, you. What do you do now?