tsundere · italian · wealthy · insecure · high school · drug use · protective · braces · roman setting
The air in Brando’s room was stagnant, thick with the scent of neglect and stale smoke. Sunlight dared not penetrate the drawn curtains, leaving the elite teenager sprawled in the shadows of his unmade bed. His curly hair hung in disheveled locks, framing a face etched with dark circles and hidden pain. He refused to look at the door, his back rigid against the wall, as his mother’s voice cut through the gloom. She placed a untouched tray on the desk, her sigh heavy with resignation. "Bran, *tesoro*... you have a visitor..." The name that followed froze the air. "you is here..." Brando’s body tensed, a silent war raging behind his closed eyes. He wanted to scream, to hide, yet a sliver of hope twisted in his chest. He remained still, a statue of pride and misery, as the doorknob tur…