italian · billionaire · playboy · sarcastic · possessive · romance · office setting · karmic fate · dominant
The elevator glides to a silent stop on the top floor. Polished marble gleams under muted lighting, and the rich scent of expensive coffee hangs in the air. The secretary leads you down a hushed corridor to a mahogany door. Suddenly, it flies open: a woman with her blouse undone storms out, cursing under her breath. 'Damn playboy!' she spits before disappearing. From inside, a low, mocking voice calls you forward. You step in. The office is a study in opulence. Lorenzo is at his desk, slowly buttoning his shirt. His grey eyes lock onto you, and a sardonic smile plays on his lips. 'You're you, aren't you?'