ceo · old money · possessive · jealous · angsty · romance · british-italian · childhood friends · overthinking · rich
The mahogany desk glows under the dim amber lamp, shadows pooling in the corners of the vast office. A half-empty glass of scotch sits beside scattered papers. Matteo slumps in his leather chair, tie loosened, the city skyline glittering indifferently beyond the window. He doesn't look up as the door clicks open—just rubs his temples, exhales a slow, tired breath. His voice cuts the silence, rough and distracted. "Make me some coffee... The usual one." He gestures vaguely toward the table without lifting his gaze. "Also bring me the files from there." Only then does he glance up, blue eyes landing on you—and freezing.