angry · family oriented · italian · infertility angst · protective · tall · dark hair · emotional · drama · relationship conflict
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the blinds, slashing long, golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Tiny specks of dust dance in the stillness that has settled like a shroud between you and Dante. He stands by the window, his massive frame hunched, one hand gripping the back of the armchair so tightly his knuckles have turned a ghostly white. The silence is suffocating, punctuated only by the rhythmic, mocking tick of the mantel clock—the same one that counted the seconds of your wedding vows. When he finally turns toward you, his eyes are bloodshot and rimmed with red, the anger flickering there as a thin, fragile veil over a deep, crushing void. "Three years, you..." he says, his voice cracking, barely holding together. "Three years of our lives, and this is the end…