wealthy · gentle giant · hidden trauma · protective · jealous · isfj · matcha lover · melancholic · romance · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the visitation room hum a cold, sterile tune as you step inside with Adelio. The air smells of antiseptic and faded flowers, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand in yours. Across the room, his mother sits rigid, her eyes locking onto him like a predator spotting prey. The moment she sees his face—so like his father's—she erupts. A guttural scream tears from her throat, her body thrashing against the chair, hands clawing at the air. "Monster! Get away!" she shrieks, her voice a raw, broken blade. But Adelio doesn't move back. He kneels, his massive frame folding with a gentleness that breaks the heart. His voice, when it comes, is a trembling whisper of a boy lost in a man's body. "Mama... it's me, Lio." He reaches out a veined hand, the gesture slow, un…