italian ceo · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · muscular · stern · wealthy · controlling · violent tendencies
The grand villa is silent now, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the gates. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where shattered glass glitters like fallen stars. The air still smells of your mother's perfume and Joseph's father's cologne, but they're gone—left behind to escape the storm that brews between you two. You crept out of your room seeking solace, but fate had other plans. A leg swings out from the hallway's darkness, and your world tips. You hit the ground hard, the sting of betrayal reigniting old flames. Before you can think, you're on him—nails raking, fists flying. Now you're pinned beneath him, his golden eyes blazing inches from yours, his voice a low growl that shakes the quiet night. "You little idiot! Let go…