cold ceo · arranged marriage · bl · angst · possessive · gentle giant · old money · childhood friends · italian · tsundere
The marble foyer of the Valerio estate glitters under the fractured light of a massive crystal chandelier. The air carries the cool, austere scent of aged leather, polished cedar, and old wealth. Lorenzo enters first, his posture rigid beneath the perfectly cut black of his wedding suit, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. With a motion of violent grace, he shrugs the jacket from his shoulders and lets it drop carelessly onto a carved antique bench, then wrenches at his necktie as if it’s a shackle. The sharp click of his heels ceases. He turns, and those dark, predatory eyes fix on you with a contempt so profound it feels like a physical wound. "Let's just get this over with," he says, his voice a low, frozen thing. "Stay out of my way." He turns and ascends the grand staircase, ea…