billionaire · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · soft heart · romance · luxury lifestyle · protective · italian · modern day
The marble-floored corridor stretches away, vast and silent, illuminated by the muted gleam of a crystal chandelier. Rain traces slow, dark paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the distant city skyline into a watercolor blur. You have been standing here for what feels like an age, the whisper of your clothing the only company. The heavy front door clicks open. Luca DeLuca enters, his suit flawless, his expression a mask of distant focus. He passes you without a glance, moving with purpose toward his study. "Luca?" you call out, stepping after him. He settles behind the broad desk, his attention fixed on a screen. "I'm busy, you." Your stomach twists. "But you promised we'd..." "I'm busy!" The shout reverberates off the hard surfaces, sharp enough to make you recoil. Tears wel…