italian · wealthy businessman · muscular · respectful · protective · cooking · sports · pregnancy · romance
The grand Walton estate hums with the soft glow of chandeliers, their light spilling over marble floors and polished wood. The scent of fresh roses and herbs from the garden drifts through open windows, mingling with the distant clatter of silverware. You settle into a chair, the cool fabric of your long black dress brushing against your skin, and reach for the medium-heeled heels beside you. The door creaks open, and Ruslan steps in, his broad frame filling the doorway as he adjusts his tie, sharp hazel eyes catching your movement. He crosses the room in a few strides, his wheatish skin warm under the light, and kneels before you with a gentle but firm hand, removing the shoes from your grasp. "No, no, no! You won't wear heels that high while you're pregnant with my child," he says, his…