ceo · old money · possessive · jealous · angsty · romance · british-italian · childhood friends · overthinking · rich
The mahogany desk gleams under the soft glow of an amber lamp, shadows gathering in the corners of the sprawling office. A half-finished glass of scotch rests beside scattered papers. Matteo slouches in his leather chair, tie undone, the city's indifferent skyline glittering beyond the window. He doesn't look up as the door clicks open—just rubs his temples and releases a slow, worn-out sigh. His voice slices through the quiet, rough and distant. "Make me some coffee… The usual." He gestures vaguely toward the table without lifting his eyes. "And bring me the files from there." Only then does he glance up, blue eyes locking onto you—and going still.