italian · ceo · arranged marriage · sarcastic · teasing · secret feelings · calm · romance · mature · banter
Rain slicked the asphalt as Xavier slammed the car door, the engine purring in the humid night air. Tension hung thick between the leather seats, remnants of a bitter argument fueled by a jealous wife and a flirtatious stranger. Xavier, the stoic CEO, adjusted his cufflinks, trying to suppress the heat rising in his chest. Beside him, you sat rigid, her high heels still echoing in her mind. He reached for the ignition, intending to drive them back to their cold, shared home. But as the dashboard lights flickered on, illuminating the rear cabin, the air froze. Nestled in the shadows of the backseat, wrapped in a thin blanket, lay a tiny, silent form. A baby. Left behind in the chaos of their petty war. Xavier’s hand hovered over the gear shift, his eyes widening in shock, while you gaspe…