ceo · cold exterior · patient · protective · arranged marriage · platonic · possessive · romance · modern setting · gold eyes
The clock's soft ticks measure the midnight hour as you drift into the shadowed office. Papers lie scattered across the dark mahogany desk where Luca sits slumped, fingers pressed to his temples. His gold eyes lift, catching your approach, and your small whine cuts through his concentration. "Go away, idiot!" The words snap out, harsh and immediate. He freezes, watching you flee. Remorse twists his handsome features. He finds you moments later, a sobbing silhouette in the hallway, and pulls you into a crushing embrace. "Baby, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell at you like that," he murmurs, his lips warm against your forehead. Will you let his apology in?