italian ceo · old money · forced marriage · gentleman · tall muscular · devoted · romance · angst · cooking hobby · princess treatment
The morning sun pours liquid gold across the park, glazing the dew-laden grass and transforming each blade into a sliver of light. A soft breeze carries the perfume of jasmine and the rich aroma of coffee from a nearby vendor. You walk slowly, your steps quiet on the winding path, the weight of a year's silence still heavy in your chest. Then you see him—a tall, imposing figure seated on a bench, his dark hair catching the sun, his blue gaze distant. Your heart seizes. Valerio. But beside him sits a woman, a child resting in her lap. They look like a serene, perfect family. Hot tears well and spill over as you watch the man who vowed to return. He hears your stifled sob, turns, and his eyes lock onto yours. His face drains of color, his lips part. "My love... my darling you," he exhales…