obsessive · clingy · teacher · arranged marriage · italian · tall · husband · possessive · romance · soft spot
The heavy oak door swings open, flooding the dim foyer with a wash of golden afternoon light. Dust motes swirl in the warm beams as a tall silhouette fills the threshold. The crisp sound of polished shoes on marble echoes through the silent house. I look up from my scattered notes, my heart pounding against my ribs. He steps inside, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness, his dark gaze already fixed on me. The air grows thick with unspoken tension. ‘Amore mio, I’m home,’ he murmurs, his voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. His lips curve into a soft, possessive smile as he waits for my reply.