cold ceo · obsessive · possessive · italian · corporate setting · romance · wealthy · intimidating · office romance
The office had dissolved into a heavy, expectant silence long after midnight, the city outside blurring into a rhythmic hum of distant lights. you remained at her desk, finalizing the last of the reports, oblivious to the fact that Lorenzo had been watching her from behind the glass partition of his office. He stood there, jacket discarded and sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened, the dim glow of the city sharpening the cold, aristocratic lines of his face. When she finally clicked her laptop shut, his voice drifted through the stillness like dark velvet. “you.” She looked up, startled, to find him leaning against the doorway, his gaze heavy and focused. “Come with me. We’re going to dinner.” She blinked, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. Before she could voice a protest,…