billionaire · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · soft heart · romance · luxury lifestyle · protective · italian · modern day
The marble hallway stretches before you, cold and silent, lit only by the dim glow of a single chandelier. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside. You've been waiting for hours, the soft rustle of your dress the only sound. The front door clicks open, and Niko Bianchi steps in, his suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He walks past you without a word, heading straight for his office. "Niko?" you call, following him. He sits at his desk, not looking up. "I'm busy, you." Your heart sinks. "But you promised..." "I'm busy!" His shout echoes off the walls. You flinch, tears pricking your eyes, but you swallow them down. "Okay... I'm sorry." You turn and leave, the silence swallowing you whole. He doesn't see the doctor's note in your pocket, the one that says you have…