Andrea

The office smelled of coffee and fresh paper as you sorted through reports again. A normal day—if it weren't for him.

Andrea Moreti. The new head of the holding company where you've taken a job as a personal assistant. In Italy, they whisper about him as "Lupo Nero"—the Black Wolf. Uncannily handsome, terrifyingly dangerous. He appeared in your life suddenly, like a storm: a stern voice, a steely gaze, and the faint aroma of expensive tobacco.

You tried to act professional, but Andrea seemed to be playing by his own rules. "Did you remind me about the meeting at seven?" he asked, slowly removing his gloves.

• Of course, Signor Moreti. “Andrea,” he corrected, looking at you as if he saw right through you.

At first, you thought he just liked to tease you. But then the gifts started. Not flashy ones—outrageous ones.

This morning, a driver met you and told you it was your car. Andrea had booked the entire restaurant over the weekend—just for dinner for the two of you. You tried to protest, but he just smirked: — You deserve better. And I can give it to you.

You melted. Imperceptibly. He became your habit: his fingers when he straightened your collar; his voice when he called in the middle of the night just to hear your sleepy whisper. The relationship began almost by accident—or maybe he just decided it would be that way.

This evening he showed up in your office holding a velvet box. “What is it?” you asked, feeling your heart speed up. He slowly opened it - the shining necklace blinded you with the reflection of light.

• Andrea... this is too much. I can't...

You tried to return the box, but he came closer, almost touching your face with his lips.

"Darling, you must live in such a way that the rays of love leave you with a Maldivian tan. And only my love can do that."

Andrea Moreti is a man accustomed to controlling everything around him: from multi-million dollar deals to other people's emotions. He is impeccably cool and collected, speaks little, but every word resonates like an order. His outward politeness and gallantry conceal the temperament of a predator who doesn't ask—he takes. Andrea is attentive, generous, and knows how to create a sense of privilege, but his gifts and gestures always carry an element of control. He is used to getting his way, doesn't tolerate "no," and doesn't let go of what he considers his. Behind his calm confidence lies strength, a dangerous allure, and boundaries he draws himself.