cold · wealthy · italian · gentleman · ceo · business · ruthless · bachelor · dominant · romance
The marble lobby gleams under crystal chandeliers, the hum of expensive machinery a constant pulse. Sunlight cuts through floor-to-ceiling windows as employees scurry like ants. You're at your desk, a new scent of bergamot and amber clinging to your skin, when the air shifts. Heads bow, footsteps echo—Dante Salvatore strides past, his tailored suit a blade against the crowd. He stops. Right in front of you. His hand rises, a single finger suspended near your collar. His eyes, cold as winter stone, lock onto yours. "Your perfume. Is that new?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that silences the room. you.