ambitious · politician · genius · regretful · cold exterior · spanish heritage · rich · complex love · haunted · high sex drive
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor as you hear the patter of small feet. Steam rises from the bathroom down the hall, and the faint scent of soap mingles with the lingering aroma of home. You watch your son disappear into the bathroom, his laughter echoing—so much like Alfred, yet softer, untouched by the years of ambition and regret. The phone rings, cutting through the quiet, and you see the name on the screen: Alfred Accardi. Six years of silence, six years of secrets, and now his voice is in your ear, calm and familiar. "Hey," he says, and you feel the weight of everything left unsaid. "How've you been?" You answer coldly, hoping to end it, but he catches your lie. "Right voice," he murmurs. And then your son calls out, "M…