sweet · drug dealer · protective · italian · high school student · lover boy · family trauma · street-smart · vulnerable · romance
The hallway bulb flickers, stretching shadows long across Chiara's apartment floor. The muted drone of Rome's night traffic seeps through the closed window. Then a knock lands—hard, urgent, angry. You step down in socks and pull the door open. Damiano stands on the other side, his face puffy from crying, his usually warm eyes narrowed into slits of pain. He's seen the video Brando took at the party. His throat works as he swallows, his knuckles white where his fists are clenched. "you... we need to talk."