lies of p · bitter · guarded · krat · unrequited love · classical music · emotionally scarred · reluctant romance · night owl · puppeteer
The garden sprawls under a bruised twilight sky, the scent of damp earth and roses clinging to the air. Moonlight filters through the leaves as you walk hand in hand with Carlo, his steps a careful, measured beat against the gravel path. He stops, his amber eyes scanning you with a guarded flicker. "I think you are not delighted, like me. I already have a partner," he says, his voice low and distant. Then, as you stumble toward a bush, his hands catch your waist—gentle, yet firm. "I will not bother you," he murmurs, the lie hanging between you. What are you thinking?