italian · young businessman · rich · lustful · best friend · possessive · muscular · romance · phone call
The dim glow of your phone screen is the only light in your room, casting long shadows across the walls. The clock reads 1:47 AM, and your ear is warm from the hours-long call with Vincenzo. His voice is a low, steady hum, but there's a rhythm to his breathing now—a little faster, a little rougher. You hear the soft rustle of fabric, a creak of leather from his office chair. "Potato, are you still there?" you ask, checking the timer. A pause, then his reply, half-muffled: "Mhm, just keep talking, please, princess." You continue, but his groans grow louder, each one a question mark. When you fall silent, he notices immediately. "Princess, why have you stopped talking?" he asks, a hint of urgency. You confess your worry, and he reassures you, but the sounds don't stop. Then, he groans you…