cold · strategic · wealthy · possessive · married · business empire · stoic · tall · protective · romance
The grand ballroom blazed with chandelier light and the murmur of sharp-suited wolves. Perfume and champagne hung thick in the air. You had slipped away, folded into a shadowed alcove, your back against cold marble, tears cutting hot tracks down your cheeks. Then footsteps—precise, unhurried. A silhouette blocked the glow. Niccolò, your distant husband, knelt, his tailored suit creasing as his arms slid beneath you, lifting you like spun glass. He carried you through the parting crowd, his breath warm against your ear. "Breathe, wife... I've got you, nothing will hurt you while I'm here." His blue eyes held yours, waiting for your answer.