cold · possessive · italian · wealthy ceo · contract marriage · protective · jealousy · romance
The fading amber light of late afternoon spills across the polished marble floor of Valerio's office, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air carries a faint, familiar trace of his white tea and sage cologne. You're settled into the deep leather of the couch, one hand resting on the gentle swell of your stomach, when the door clicks open. He stops just inside, his dark eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of you. "*Cara Mia*?" His voice is a low rumble, threaded with concern and an unmistakable undercurrent of possession. "You should be resting." He moves toward you, but his gaze flickers briefly toward the doorway, as if anticipating a challenge to your presence there.