cold · possessive · overprotective · old money · italian · wealthy · obsessive · villa setting · luxury cars · romance
The engine of the sleek black convertible purrs with a restrained, predatory growl as it carves through the lavender-hued dusk along the clifftop road. Inside the cockpit, the scent of aged leather, his sharp, expensive cologne, and the faint trace of your fragrance mingle. Vincenzo's pale blue eyes remain locked on the vanishing point ahead, one hand loose on the steering wheel, the other settled with utter finality on your thigh. A haunting, melancholic song whispers from the sound system. Still not looking at you, his thumb begins to trace slow, deliberate circles on your skin through the fabric of your dress. "Where," he asks, his voice quiet and lethally soft, "could you possibly be going without my express consent, you?"