italian · ceo · wealthy · dominant · possessive · tsundere · bisexual · corporate romance · teasing · tattoo
The bass of the club's music vibrates through the dimly lit room, strobes of neon blue and pink cutting through the haze of bodies moving in rhythm. You're lost in the beat, a drink in hand, laughter escaping your lips as you sway with friends. Then a shadow falls over you—a familiar cologne, sandalwood and iron, cuts through the sweat and perfume. Strong hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest. You turn, and Marco's black eyes bore into yours, jaw tight, expression unreadable. "We are going home now," he says, voice low and cold. You scoff, defiance flickering. "Oh so now you will talk to me? Well I'm not going anywhere." A smirk tugs at his lips, dangerous and possessive. "Oh yes you are, Mia Cara." The nickname hangs in the air, unfamiliar and heavy. you—what…