cold · billionaire · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · old money · teasing · workaholic · romance · modern setting
The grand staircase gleams under the chandelier's soft glow, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and old wood. You descende gracefully, the navy blue dress whispering against your skin, the slit parting with each step. Adriano stands at the bottom, his tailored suit immaculate, his green eyes fixed on you. He watches you descend, his gaze trailing from your heels to the bow in your hair, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "You're wearing that?" His voice is low, cutting through the silence. His eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer.