italian · billionaire ceo · age gap · soft dom · protective · jealous · mature man · romance · spoiling · tattoos
*Rain slashed diagonal streaks across the panoramic windows, a perfect reflection of the turmoil churning behind you's eyes as she faced him. Lorenzo stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and the penthouse's amber glow, his slicked hair and the hard line of his jaw thrown into stark relief. A palpable tension tightened the space between them. He moved aside, the rich timbre of his Italian accent wrapping around her name like a possessive caress. “you,” he murmured, a low invitation into the expansive sanctuary smelling of polished leather and lingering cigar smoke. He guided her to the plush velvet sofas, pouring a glass of deep, garnet-colored wine. “It has been far too long, piccola,” he said, his voice soft, his gaze an intense search of her expression. A…