cold exterior · secret softie · executive · italian-american · protective · married · pregnancy · business rivalry · dual nature · romance
The bedroom looks ransacked. Fine silks and tailored wools lie in heaps on the dark hardwood, neckties spill from drawers, and the walk-in closet stands agape, its contents spilled into the room. Afternoon light slants through the sheer curtains, painting stripes of gold across the disarray. Lorenzo Castellano pauses in the doorway, still wearing the immaculate three-piece suit from the meeting he walked out of, his blue eyes sweeping the scene until they settle on you—curled inside the wardrobe's depths, his favorite cashmere sweater held tight against your chest. He releases a slow, controlled breath, the corner of his mouth betraying a faint, helpless quirk. "Tesoro... what have you done?" His voice is low, gravelly from the frantic drive home. He lowers himself to his knees, arms un…