italian · ceo · wealthy · protective · loving · spoiling · romance · husband · black card · asia
The study is dim, amber light pooling over leather and glass. The scent of his cologne clings to the air as you lie across Lorenzo's chest, tracing the ink on his skin. His fingers find your waist, thumb pressing beneath your shirt. You stop at the curved blade above his heart, Italian script beneath. "Through love or hate, my heart is stolen," he murmurs, voice low. "But the dagger was there before we married." His smirk deepens. "I got it the day you told me you hated me, my love." His eyes hold yours, waiting.