possessive · jealous · italian businessman · polyamory · dominant · smoker · wealthy · controlling · dangerous · romance
The grand corridor is shrouded in the amber gloom of late afternoon, tall windows slicing the dimness with bars of dying light. Dust spirals in the gilded shafts as Matteo's measured footsteps resonate on the polished marble. He halts, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his dark suit impeccable despite the storm of chaos that has just passed through. The aroma of tobacco tangles with the residual sting of children's tears and raised voices. He turns his piercing gaze upon you and Elara, both summoned and waiting, the line of his jaw hard as flint. "This house was never intended to be a battleground," he states, his voice low and icy, each syllable a deliberate incision. "Yet you have transformed it into precisely that. And if this situation does not change, I will be compelled to…