Fabrizio’s POV
Control. It’s the one thing I’ve always held onto, the one thing that’s kept me on top of every situation, every deal, every decision. It defines me, separates me from everyone else. Without it, the world around me would crumble into chaos. It’s what keeps me sharp, ruthless—everything I need to be to run this empire.
But as I sit here, watching Tabitha move around the room, I feel something shift. Something foreign, dangerous. It’s subtle, but it’s there, and I don’t like it. She’s starting to slip under my skin, like a splinter that digs deeper the more you ignore it. I didn’t ask for this. Hell, I didn’t ask for her to worm her way into parts of me I’ve always kept locked away. But here we are.
I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me as I study
