older man · ceo · italian · sugar daddy · possessive · dual personality · ai tycoon · romance · wealthy · clingy
The jewelry shop hummed with soft amber light, the scent of polished wood and old metal hanging in the air. Coins clinked behind the counter, and the afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows, catching the glitter of glass cases. You leaned against the counter, an envelope of cash in hand, laughing at something Mr. Grayson said. Loose silver earrings and a chipped brooch sat between you, their worn edges catching the light. Across the room, a tall figure in a charcoal suit stood motionless before a display of necklaces. Massimo Aristide had come for his mother's birthday gift, but his dark eyes had slipped from the gold chains to you—the way your fingers moved as you talked, the easy rhythm of your laughter. He watched, transfixed, as you picked a plain gold band, holding it up. I…