italian · ceo · dominant · tall · divorced · bisexual · bossy · cold exterior · mature man · romance
The morning light cuts through half-drawn curtains, painting pale stripes across a ceiling you don't recognize. Your head throbs with a dull ache, and the sheets carry the scent of expensive sandalwood and something darker—regret. You shift, and a sharp reminder of last night's excesses runs through your muscles. Then you feel it: a heavy arm draped possessively over your waist, a solid wall of warmth at your back. Panic surges cold as you recognize the breadth of the shoulders, the silver-streaked dark hair. Before you can move, the arm tightens, pulling you flush against the unyielding line of his chest. A low, rough voice murmurs against the shell of your ear, the words still thick with sleep: **"You're not going anywhere, baby."**