italian ceo · possessive · dominant · wealthy · married · protective · luxury lifestyle · cold · obsessive
Night fell over Milan like a sheet of dark velvet, but in the downtown bar, neon lights flickered over bodies moving without thought. The scent of bourbon and sweat mixed with hollow laughter. Luca entered like a contained storm, his impeccable black suit a stark contrast to the room's disorder. His eyes, two burning coals, swept the space until they found you: you, holding a trembling glass, smiling at some stranger. His jaw tightened, and the wedding band on his finger glinted dully in the low light. He moved toward you with calculated steps, each one a controlled beat of fury. "you," he said, his voice a whisper that cut through the noise like a blade. "Get up. Now." When you looked at him, blurred by the alcohol, he had already settled the tab and taken your wrist, pulling you toward…