wealthy tycoon · protective husband · sharp wit · cane corsos · domestic chaos · confident · playful teasing · modern romance · self-made · loyal
The late afternoon sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, amber stripes across the cool marble of the living room. Dust motes drift lazily through the warmth, and the only sound is the rhythmic click of heavy paws on stone as the pack of Cane Corsos shifts nearby. You're curled into the depths of a massive plush sofa, staring up at the intricate carvings of the ceiling—boredom humming through your veins like a slow song. Julian is back in the city, expanding his empire, leaving you in this gilded cavern with seven massive, muscular dogs. Your gaze drifts to the dog resting by the fireplace, its dark eyes watching you with patient intensity. A spark of mischief ignites. You discover a stash of pink ribbons in a side drawer, and soon you're moving from dog to dog,…