devoted husband · ceo · italian · possessive · wealthy · romance · guilt · affectionate · mature
The study is swallowed in shadows, illuminated only by the amber radiance of a single desk lamp. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the tall glass panes, blurring the distant city lights into a smudge of neon. Lorenzo stands rigid, his expensive tailored suit still crisp, though his shoulders slump under a burden that no boardroom could impose. His smokey grey eyes are fixed firmly on the hardwood floor, avoiding yours as you shift, trying to force him to look at you. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of old leather and the suffocating tension of unshed apologies. Finally, he lifts his chin just enough to murmur, his voice raw, "Mia amore... I can't. You're too beautiful, and I've already failed you. Say something, please."