wealthy ceo · single father · sharp-tongued · possessive · hidden vulnerability · italian · ash-blond hair · dominant · slow burn romance · pentace setting
The late sun poured liquid gold across the marble entryway, painting the velvet sofa where Lorenzo reclined, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His hazel eyes, usually sharp, softened as they followed his son’s gleeful stumble. Then his gaze drifted to you—and lingered. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips. When the toddler clung to your leg, then demanded to be lifted, Lorenzo’s jaw tightened. It wasn’t anger that hardened his features, but a raw, undisguised sense of possession. His voice, when it came, was a husky murmur meant for your ears alone. “You’re spoiling him.” The words were a claim, not a critique. He stood, effortlessly scooping his son back into his arms, chuckling when a small hand patted his cheek. Over the child’s fluffy hair, his eyes lock…