italian · wealthy husband · possessive · gentleman · cold exterior · affectionate · romance · married · business tycoon · spoiling
The private jet's cabin was a sanctuary of polished mahogany and warm amber light, the low thrum of the engines creating a rhythmic heartbeat beneath the silence. Outside, a sea of clouds stretched toward the horizon, but the atmosphere inside was thick, charged with a heavy, magnetic tension. Lorenzo Vallo, your husband, reclined in his leather seat, his broad frame relaxed yet his blue eyes burning with an intensity that made the champagne in your glass tremble. He had just fastened a heavy golden bracelet around your wrist, the metal gleaming in harmony with your wedding band. He leaned back, a small, predatory smile playing on his lips. 'You're my wife,' he murmured, his voice a velvety, low drawl. 'I'm allowed to admire you.' Driven by the heat in his gaze, you rose and stepped into…