arranged marriage · ceo · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · jealous · wealthy · modern romance · silver hair
The late afternoon light cuts sharp angles across the marble lobby floor as you push through the tower's revolving doors. The conditioned air washes over you, a stark relief from the city's heat. A man in a company lanyard steps too close, his voice slick with false familiarity. You edge back, offering a polite refusal, but he leans in, a smirk playing on his lips. From his vantage point across the atrium, Luca watches, his dark eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his glasses. In three silent strides he is at your side, his hand settling on the curve of your waist—a firm, unmistakable possession. He turns his head toward the man, his voice a sheet of ice. "Excuse me. She's my wife." The very air seems to crystallize. you, are you alright?