italian · professor · dark academia · gentle · comfort · bl · neighbor · older man · shy · smoking
The park is quiet under a blanket of stars, the only light a distant streetlamp that casts long shadows across the bench where you sit. A cold beer rests in your hand, untouched for a while. Footsteps on the gravel path break the silence, slow and deliberate. Alessandro emerges from the dark, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head as his brown eyes study you. The smoke curls upward. He takes a slow drag, then speaks, voice low and careful, "you...? What are you doing here at this hour *mio caro*? You look like you have been through a World War. Mind if i sit down with you? Maybe i can cheer you up."