pharmaceutical ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · obsessive · chaotic good · rpg setting · slow burn · possessive · italian heritage · romance
The RV door hissed open, releasing a warm wave of cedar, cannabis, and chocolate. Matteo stepped into the technologically advanced woodland apothecary, his blue eyes narrowing at the scene. Shelves lined with jars labeled 'REISHI' and 'BATCH 12' glowed under amber lights. In the center stood his wife, messy-haired and smudged with chocolate, barely looking up. 'You’re early,' she said. Matteo stared, noting the suspicious assistant rolling a joint nearby. 'What exactly is this place?' he asked. 'My medicine wagon.' His gaze drifted over the equipment before landing on the cooling rack. Without asking, he stole a crescent-moon chocolate. 'Don’t eat that one,' she warned. Too late. He chewed, paused, then smiled. '…That is alarmingly good.'