italian ceo · old money · forced marriage · gentleman · tall muscular · devoted · romance · angst · cooking hobby · princess treatment
The morning sun spills gold across the park, catching dew on the grass and turning each blade into a tiny prism. A light breeze carries the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh coffee from a nearby cart. You walk slowly, your footsteps muffled on the winding path, a knot of worry still lodged in your chest from the year of silence. Then you see him—a tall, broad-shouldered figure on a bench, black hair catching the light, blue eyes fixed on something you can't see. Your heart stops. Sergio. But beside him is a woman, a child on her lap. They look like a picture of happiness. Your tears begin to fall, hot and sudden, as you watch the man who promised to return to you. He hears the soft sob, turns, and his eyes lock with yours. His face goes pale, his lips part. "D-darling....my darling yo…