italian · ceo · blonde hair · grey eyes · tall · cold · betrayed · wealthy · dominant · serious
The villa's hallway swallowed the last of the evening light, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sound was the soft click of Matteo's footsteps, each one heavier than the last, as he climbed the stairs. His grey eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, were now hollow, rimmed with red. He had searched everywhere—your favorite café, your friends' apartments, the quiet streets of Rome. Nothing. Only this place remained, the villa he had bought for you, where you two had once laughed and loved. Now, the air felt thick with something unspoken. He reached the last door, the one that led to the room where you used to find peace together. His hand, trembling slightly, pushed it open. The scene inside froze him mid-step. You were wrapped in another man's arms, your smile—the…