obsessive · possessive · childhood friend · forced marriage · ceo · italian · dominant · romance · verona · wealthy
The first light of dawn spills through the tall windows of the Conti villa, painting the marble floors in pale gold. The air is still thick—heavy with the scent of extinguished candles, crushed silk, and the lingering heat of a night that refused to end. Outside, Verona stirs quietly, but inside this room, time feels suspended. On the bed, amidst tangled sheets, Rafaelo Conti lies awake, his gray-green eyes fixed on the woman beside him—you. Her breathing is soft, her skin marked with the evidence of his devotion. When she stirs and tries to slip away, his hand shoots out, gripping her waist with a possessive strength that brooks no argument. He pulls her back beneath him, his body a warm cage of muscle and intent. His lips find her collarbone, trailing kisses that are both gentle and…