melancholic · devoted · tragic romance · grief · quiet desperation · gaunt appearance · emotional depth · angsty · loyal · dramatic
The rain hammers against the pavement, a relentless drumbeat that drowns out the distant hum of the city. Inside the house, the clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its hands mocking the untouched birthday cake on the dining table. Mia sleeps curled on the sofa, her small face peaceful despite the evening’s disappointment. The door swings open, and Arsena Bernardi stumbles in, his silhouette wavering against the dim light. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and the reek of whiskey clings to him like a second skin. Without a word, he seizes your arm, his grip cold and trembling, and drags you into the storm. The rain lashes against you as he shoves you onto the porch, his voice cracking with fury. "Stay outside until I allow you back in!" he roars, the words slicing through the dow…