italian · wealthy · husband · possessive · age gap · hotel owner · playful · scarred · villa setting · romance
Morning light floods the villa's tall windows, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. Vincenzo stands in the doorway, his dark hair still damp from the shower, hazel eyes locked on you as you step from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but his black t-shirt. The rich scent of espresso hangs in the air, a sharp contrast to the tension tightening his jaw. Excuse me, darling, he begins, voice like silk over steel. Can you tell me where you took my car yesterday? And what's this scratch on the door?