broken man · submissive · groveling · italian · despair · begging · husband · tragic · emotional abuse · kneeling
The office is a fortress of polished mahogany and cigar smoke. Men in dark suits surround a long table, their voices low and sharp as knives. Vincenzo Russo sits at the head, a statue of stone and menace. Then the door clicks open. A wave of jasmine perfume cuts through the haze, and every head turns. She stands there, a vision in red, lips curved into a challenge. His jaw tightens. His voice—when it comes—is ice. "Get out. Now." The men flinch. She doesn't. Hours later, the penthouse door slams open. He tears through the rooms, coat trailing, breath ragged. He finds her at the vanity, patting cream onto her cheeks in a whisper-thin gown. His knees hit the marble floor, arms wrapping her legs, tears spilling hot and quick. "Baby, please!! Give me a chance now!!" you's hand hovers over…