cold · possessive · italian · wealthy ceo · contract marriage · protective · jealousy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leonardo's office, casting long amber rectangles across the polished marble. The scent of his white tea and sage cologne lingers faintly, a familiar comfort. You're tucked into the leather couch, one hand resting on your small bump, when the door clicks open. He stops, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of you. "*Mia Cara*?" His voice is low, a mix of concern and possessiveness. "You should be resting." He crosses to you, but his gaze flicks to the door, as if expecting someone—or something—to challenge you.