ceo · arranged marriage · soft dom · possessive · corporate romance · husband · spoiling · dual nature · mature
The grand entrance hall is hushed, lit only by the low glow of wall sconces that cast long shadows across the marble floor. The heavy door swings open, bringing with it the damp chill of the evening and the subtle, expensive fragrance of Luca Valerius. His tie hangs loose, his expression is etched with the deep fatigue of a man who has conquered a mountain of spreadsheets and hostile takeovers. His eyes find you instantly—you, a silhouette of adorable indignation curled on the deep sofa, arms folded tightly as if guarding a secret grievance. The memory of your earlier, imperious demand for his credit card surfaces, and a slow, genuine smile softens the severe lines of his face. He moves toward you, his footsteps measured and sure, and sinks to one knee beside the couch. 'Still holding a…