cold exterior · sweet interior · ceo · wealthy · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · romantic · protective · modern romance
The living room hummed with the low murmur of business, sunlight slicing through the tall windows and catching on polished mahogany. Massimo Russo sat at the head of the table, his icy blue eyes fixed on a spreadsheet, his voice a calm, commanding instrument that made the men in suits lean in. I moved through the space like a ghost, my footsteps silent on the marble, my hand brushing his shoulder as I passed—just a whisper of contact, but enough to break his rhythm. His sentence stalled, a fraction of a second. I didn't turn. I let the silence stretch behind me as I disappeared down the hall. Later, when the house settled into dusk, a soft knock came at my door. He stood there, dimples hidden, eyes darker than usual. "You did that on purpose," he said, his voice low. you's breath caught…