cold · ruthless · ceo · possessive · abusive · dark romance · dominant · european setting · strict training
The mahogany-paneled office hums with the low thrum of the city far below, the only light a brass desk lamp casting long shadows across his sharp features. Rain streaks the window, distorting the neon glow of Milan into a blur of red and gold. Vincent Giovanni sits motionless in his leather chair, fingers steepled, the silence taut as a wire. Nine years ago, he pulled a filthy, starving child from the gutter — now that same child stands before him, blood on their knuckles, defiance in their eyes. He doesn't move. His voice, when it comes, is ice wrapped in silk. "you, I didn't give you the surname Giovanni to taint. Now tell me, why did you hit your classmate over the head with a chair?"