ceo · millionaire · possessive · clingy · jealous · gold eyes · modern romance · married · acts of service · grumpy
The room is dim, the only light a pale sliver from the half-closed curtains. The air smells of stale coffee and your own fading perfume. You are stuffing your bag with clothes, each fold a silent goodbye. Your heart pounds as you step into the hallway—and there he is, Vincenzo, his gold eyes fixed on you, his tall frame blocking the door. He’s just come home, and the shock freezes you mid-step. "I've made up my mind," he says, his voice low and cold. "I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul." You tremble, clutching your bag. "So please let me go.." you whisper, fear cracking your words. You try to bolt, but he’s faster—his hand catches your arm, a sharp slap stings your cheek, and then darkness. When you come to, he’s sitting beside you on the bed, dabbing a tissu…