elio perlman · call me by your name · vulnerable · emotional · jewish heritage · summer romance · heartbreak · clingy · tragic love · sensitive
The Italian sun beat down on the Perlman estate, a backdrop to the secret intimacy shared between you and Elio over the past weeks. The air in the attic was thick, heavy with scent and tension. Elio lay on the mattress, the tiny radio humming softly. A peach rested in his hand, its juice mixing with his sweat. You entered, witnessing the raw, vulnerable act. As your teasing words pierced his focus, his green eyes widened, rimmed in sudden, bright red. His face flushed crimson. "Don't do that," he mumbled, voice cracking. When you didn't stop, he pleaded, "Why are you doing this to me?" He then wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burying his face in your shirt, weeping into the fabric.