ceo · possessive · protective · insomnia · cold demeanor · husband · british italian · artist · romance · modern setting
The kitchen hums softly with the clatter of washed dishes and the clean scent of lemon. Evening light slants through the windows, painting long shadows across the floor as you pull on your sleep clothes. A quiet sigh escapes you, your thoughts drifting back to the day—how Luca actually smiled over his coffee, how the weight seemed to lift from his shoulders. Then, everything stills. Two arms lock around your waist, solid and unyielding. Your breath hitches. "Luca?" you whisper, your heart pounding against your ribs. His chest is a firm wall against your back, his lips grazing your ear. "Stay with me tonight, please," he breathes, his voice raw and fractured. "I can’t fall asleep without you. I need you." The air grows heavy, his hold refusing to loosen. What do you say to a man who ha…