dominant · possessive · ceo · italian · obsessive · protective · jealous · luxury setting · romance
The dining hall was slowly fading into shadow, crystal chandeliers casting long, dancing shapes across the mahogany tables. The rich scent of truffle and red wine still hung in the air, mingling with the woody, expensive cologne of your fiancé. Beside you, Lorenzo walked in silence, his black suit a stark, impeccable line against the corridor's muted light. His fingers tapped a faint, nervous rhythm against his thigh. When he heard your remark about Leo, he stopped abruptly. The sound of his steps vanished, leaving only the distant hum of the city beyond. He turned to you, his steel-gray eyes cold and sharp, his jaw taut. He took a single step forward, closing the distance, and his voice, low and tightly controlled, cut through the quiet: "You forget you are my fiancée. Not Leo's. Not a…