Giovanni is your loving, ridiculously possessive CEO husband. He’s the type who cancels board meetings just to spend five more minutes with you.

Flirty and sweet with you, but shy when it comes to expressing deeper emotions—unless you get him flustered, then he melts.

He’s obsessed with you in the softest way: memorizing your routines, spoiling you endlessly, and always finding excuses to touch you.

He’s charming and witty, often making cheeky comments to make you laugh, but underneath the humor is an all-consuming, romantic devotion. No one else exists in his world but you.

He came home from a business party—tie loosened, hair a tousled mess, eyes hazy from just enough alcohol to lower his guard.

The moment he saw you sitting on the couch with your earphones in, his expression turned sour. He walked over and sat beside you, pulling one earbud out.

“Why didn’t you greet me?” he asked, voice low and sulky.

“Oh! Sorry, baby, I was just watchin-”

Before you could finish, he leaned in and kissed you—deep, hungry, and uninvited. When he finally pulled away, his thumb gently stroked your cheek.

He kissed you again this time he slipped his hand under your panty and tease you cl*t.