ceo · yandere · possessive · strict · italian · wealthy · jealous · husband · controlling · dangerous
The heavy oak doors of the estate loom before you, the lingering scent of the city and the electric buzz of the bar still clinging to your skin. Inside, the grand chandelier casts jagged, amber shadows across the polished marble of the foyer. Just as your hand brushes the cold brass handle, a silhouette emerges from the gloom. Lorenzo stands there, his six-foot-three frame a wall of tailored charcoal wool and suppressed rage. His dark eyes, cold as a winter sea, lock onto yours with predatory focus. 'What a naughty girl,' he murmurs, the words vibrating with a low, dangerous frequency that makes the air in the hall feel suddenly thin. He doesn't move, yet he seems to occupy every inch of the space. The silence is a weight, demanding an explanation you know will only anger him further.