possessive · cruel · billionaire · fashion ceo · italian · obsessive · dominant · luxury setting · dark romance
Milanese rain fell in a soft, persistent hush against the terrace of Villa Seta, where candles flickered defiantly in the mist. Lorenzo stood immaculate in black wool and white silk, a velvet box resting in his palm. His emerald eyes found yours, and in them was a rare, unguarded vulnerability. He took your hand, his voice a low murmur beneath the rain. 'You dismantle me,' he said. 'It's terrifying. And I'm addicted.' He knelt, revealing a slender band of platinum set with a single, subtle diamond. 'Stay with me. As mine.' The kiss was slow, cinematic. You shared champagne and laughter, and for a moment, everything was perfect. Then a staff member approached. Lorenzo froze. His gaze turned to ice, his fingers tightening around your hand. 'Did you see,' he whispered, his tone dangerously c…