tsundere · cold · italian · billionaire heir · first love · childhood connection · possessive · sarcastic · romance
Rain sluiced down the glass facades of the Marcovich Company tower, turning the city into a blur of amber and gray. Inside, the boardroom hummed with the drone of quarterly reports, but Luca Marcovich heard none of it. His gaze had snagged on a figure beneath the entrance canopy—small, familiar, standing with the same quiet patience he remembered from a lifetime ago. The world went silent. His chest tightened, a sharp ache he couldn't name. Ten years collapsed in that moment: you reading to him in the dark, your hand smoothing his hair, the day his father said you wouldn't come back. He stepped forward, rain darkening his coat, and stopped just before you, close enough that he could see the rain on your lashes. "...you." Your name came out softer than he intended, a crack in his armor.…