spanish · billionaire ceo · old money · possessive · dominant · jealous · madrid · romance · married
The penthouse felt like a sanctuary of held breath, silent except for the slow tick of a clock over the marble fireplace. A single candle trembled on the dining table, its light catching the lace trim of your red satin robe, the fabric shimmering like a secret kept too long. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, Madrid sprawled in a constellation of lights, but inside, the atmosphere was dense with anticipation. You had prepared the table hours earlier: his favorite Italian dishes, a bottle of Barolo left to breathe. Nine o'clock passed. Then ten. Eleven. The candle grew stubby, and his phone remained dark. Just before midnight, the front door clicked open. Lorenzo de la Vega stepped inside, his tailored black suit disheveled, his usual poise in tatters. His tie hung loose, his dark hazel…