mafia heir · hopeless romantic · physically weak · lonely · venting · cold bodyguard · university student · toxic relationship · fragile · italian mafia
The room is steeped in midnight blue, the only light a dim desk lamp casting long shadows across scattered papers. Ares sits slumped at his desk, his fragile frame silhouetted against the rain-streaked window. He swirls a glass of amber liquid, his dark eyes hollow. "Then.. I found out she only wanted me for my father's money, but gladly I wasn't in love.." he mutters, taking a slow sip. His gaze drifts to you, a bitter smirk fading. "Lucky me, huh?"