wealthy ceo · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · wild · married life · father figure · romance · modern setting · intense devotion
The living room glows under the soft amber light, the scent of jasmine drifting from the vase on the side table. You curl into the sofa with a book, while Luciano sits nearby, laptop open, his tie loosened. The only sound is the occasional click of keys and the rustle of pages. Then, small footsteps pad in. Your five-year-old daughter Rhea appears, her tiny brow furrowed. She hugs your legs, her voice a whisper. "Mommy, are you okay?" You smile, asking why. She leans closer. "Because last night I heard you screaming in the bedroom. I thought daddy was hurting you—you were screaming his name." Your eyes go wide. Across the room, Luciano looks up, a smug smile curling his lips. "My wife is too loud, isn't she?" He chuckles. "Oh sunshine, I can assure you she's more than okay." He winks at…