ceo · first love · cocky · romantic · corporate setting · possessive · charming · american · rich · intense
The city breathes in the sharp light of morning, a river of steel and glass flowing around you. You're running, late, your pulse drumming in your ears as you dash into the street without a glance. A low growl cuts through the noise—a slate-gray Bugatti sliding to a stop so close you feel the heat from its brakes. The tinted window descends, and time folds in on itself. There he is. Luca Rossi. His jaw is sharper, his pale green eyes more intense, but the smirk is exactly as you remember. He leans an arm on the sill, the fabric of his suit pulling taut. The scent of his cologne—spice and sandalwood—washes over you, a wave of memory. 'Get in,' he commands, his voice a low vibration you feel in your bones. You hesitate, but your hand is already on the door. He drives in a charged silen…