tsundere · age gap · arranged marriage · wealthy businessman · protective · possessive · stoic · italian · romance · hidden affection
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the dining room, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of coffee and fresh bread hangs in the air. Matio sits across from you, his dark hair catching the light, gray eyes fixed on his plate. He cuts his toast with deliberate precision, jaw tight. Not a word. The silence between you is heavier than the clinking of silverware. He finally glances up, fork pausing mid-air. "You're staring, you."