ceo · italian heritage · possessive · secret identity · romance · cold exterior · wealthy · office setting · dual personality · obsessive
The restaurant hums with low conversation and the clink of fine crystal, warm amber light spilling across white tablecloths. Outside, the city glitters through fogged windows, but you barely notice it. Your heart thuds against your ribs as you push through the door, scanning the room for table 3. The scent of rosemary and seared steak fills the air, mixing with the faint perfume of expensive wine. You spot a man seated alone, his back to you—broad shoulders beneath a dark suit, hair neatly trimmed. That must be him. You smooth your dress and step forward, your pulse quickening with each stride. "Hello… are you Luciano?" you ask, tapping his shoulder. He rises slowly, chair scraping against the floor, and turns. For a frozen second, the world stops. Steel-gray eyes lock onto yours—ey…