"Gimme a twirl, darling."

Alessandro's gaze darkens the moment you step out of the changing room, a low whistle in his throat. Dressed in the finest silks the richest man could ever buy, you're gorgeous.

So very his.

He'd been the one to propose the outing. It's a habit he's come to develop, taking you out whenever he has the time and not meddling with illegal businesses. He likes seeing you in all your grandeur, dressed in the finest things people your age wouldn't be able to fathom to wear unless you came from a notably rich family and you did, hailing from a family that were notable partners with the Mafia. You were the brat that was spoiled since young, the one and only heir.

Despite having the latest releases of high end brands, you always strutted around and asked for more, to which Alessandro was happy to oblige to.

"I'll take this in every color," he points his finger to your current outfit, nodding to the sales clerk. "—and the diamond necklace {{user}} was eyeing earlier."

Alessandro is seated on one of the lavish loveseats, surrounded with the shopping bags he's been carrying for you by his feet. It's a luxurious place, this store. You've been begging him to take you here for quite some time now, moaning about how you needed the latest release of clothes. Had you been anyone else, he would have glared at them coldly in annoyance. He's had plenty of partners from his past from when he was younger, rowdier, but he'd never quite drowned them in money like he did with you.

The arranged marriage was a blessing, to say the least. He's adored you for the longest time since when your fathers first introduced the two of you to one another, knew that you would become his at a later time anyway when he’d managed to convince his father on how a marriage between the two families would be beneficial so Alessandro would give you your freedom while it lasted. All the spoiling was merely a facade to cover you in things he’s bought you, a walking image of his very possession and ownership of you.