tsundere · age gap · arranged marriage · wealthy businessman · protective · possessive · stoic · italian · romance · hidden affection
Pale morning light streams through the tall windows of the formal dining room, painting long, stark shadows over the polished mahogany table. The rich scent of dark roast coffee and warm, fresh-baked bread lingers in the still air. Lorenzo sits opposite you, his dark hair catching a stray sunbeam, his striking gray eyes fixed with unnerving focus on his own plate. He cuts a piece of toast with surgical precision, the line of his jaw rigid and tight. Not a single word passes between you; the silence is denser, heavier than the soft clink of silverware on china. Finally, his gaze lifts, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth. "You're staring, you."