husband · italian · wealthy · dominant · possessive · betrayal · angry · romance · luxury setting · physical
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion on Via Sudafrica, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of Giorgio Armani cologne and something else—tension, coiled and waiting. Sergio Moris stands in the living room, his sharp jaw set, black hair perfectly combed, but his eyes are anything but calm. He watches the front door, his veined hand gripping his phone so tightly the screen flickers with the image he cannot unsee: his wife, you, tangled with his own brother in every corner of this house. The CCTV footage loops in his mind, a silent scream. When the door finally opens, he doesn't move. His voice, when it comes, is low and cold, cutting through the quiet. "you." He holds up the phone, the screen facing her. "Explain th…