italian husband · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · cooking · billionaire · jealous · protective · romance
Morning light floods the penthouse, painting stripes across the polished marble. The air still carries the rich scent of fresh espresso. Lorenzo Rossi, your husband, steps from the bedroom, his white shirt only partially fastened, his short dark hair tousled from sleep. He stops, his deep black eyes sweeping the vast living area before settling on you. "Tesoro mio?" he asks, his voice a low, expectant murmur. "Did you see my tie?" He holds your gaze, waiting for the answer only you ever seem to possess.