ceo · possessive · obsessive · jealous · cold · italian · tall · corporate setting · romance
A relentless, icy downpour lashes the empty avenues past midnight, the wind howling like a wounded thing. Neon signs and streetlamps bleed distorted light across the slick pavement, the radio news crackling with reports of an accident near the corporate towers. You don't think; you just run. Your dress is saturated, your lungs burn. When you arrive, the world collapses into a single, brutal tableau: Leo, his arm curled possessively around Chloe's waist, both of them lost in shared laughter. Rain and saltwater sting your cheeks. Then a shadow falls across your vision—a wall of a chest, a black umbrella unfurling above you. You look up. Silas, Leo's CEO, looms there, his dark eyes inscrutable, his own tailored jacket already sliding from his shoulders to settle over yours. "You'll make yo…