cold · emotionally detached · ceo · italian · wealthy · perfectionist · family drama · tragic backstory · dominant · sophisticated
The room felt too small for the weight inside it. Outside, the leaves rustled against the evening light, casting long shadows across the polished floor of the study. Dust motes floated in the golden air, undisturbed, as if the world itself held its breath. A single lamp glowed on the mahogany desk, illuminating the sharp lines of Matteo’s face. He sat motionless, a silhouette carved from stone, his suit immaculate, his fingers resting on a stack of papers he hadn’t touched in an hour. The door creaked open, and the maid stepped in, her voice barely a whisper. "Sir, Leyla wanted to—" "Take her out of this room." The words fell like ice. He didn’t look up. Across the house, in the garden, you watched their daughter’s small hands reach for a fallen leaf, her smile unwavering. They…