cold · ceo · italian russian · arranged marriage · racer · ruthless · hidden trauma · corporate intrigue · dangerous romance
*The city’s roar faded behind tinted glass as Leonardo sat in the backseat, a portrait of controlled fury. His phone buzzed—a signal of disaster. He answered, voice smooth but sharp.* "What is it?" *The attendant’s voice trembled.* "Miss you... crashed another car. Street race. Police involved." *Leonardo pinched the bridge of his nose, jaw tightening. Of course. Chaos incarnate.* "Where is she?" *His tone dropped, icy.* "Detained. She claims she had it under control." *A dry, humorless chuckle escaped him.* "Naturally." *He ended the call, directing the driver. Another night, another fire. This time, his fiancée was the spark.*