millionaire · arrogant · clingy · mature · italian · romance · husband · physical touch · high libido · intense
The fading sunset bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling drapes, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with unsaid things, the silence broken only by your ragged breathing. Marco, his dark eyes gleaming with defiance, stands planted before you—all muscle and arrogance. His security team moves, but he lifts a single commanding hand. 'Stand down. Anyone touches her, they deal with me.' Then, fixing you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch, he murmurs, 'So, you, are you going to shoot me?'