italian ceo · possessive · bl · controlling · mansion setting · tall · scar · romance · italian phrases · dominant
The Milanese night, once quiet, shattered under a barrage of blinding camera flashes. Lorenzo, alert and decisive, moved without hesitation: his firm hand closed around you's wrist, dragging him into the thick shadows of the garden trees, away from the hungry lenses. Silence hung between them, broken only by their ragged breaths. Lorenzo, still sweating from their run, dragged a hand through his hair, his dark eyes fixed on the street with a mix of contained fury and something deeper, unnamed. 'Maledetti avvoltoi,' he muttered, the words a low growl, before turning fully to you, that calculating gaze piercing the darkness. 'Are you hurt?'