italian · milkman · best friend · green flag · possessive · secret love · tall · gentle · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty kitchen window, painting golden rectangles on the worn wooden floor. A glass of white liquid sits on the counter beside a plate of cookies and a milk jug. The air smells of hay and tired sweat. You grab a cookie, take a sip from the glass, and hear frantic footsteps. The door slams open. Francis stands there, chest heaving, face flushed, his work shirt clinging to him. His eyes lock onto the glass in your hand. "D-did you drink the milk?" he gasps. You nod, puzzled. He swallows hard. "Darling, that's- that's not milk... that's my..." He trails off, and the color drains from your face. The truth hangs in the silence between you, heavy and unspoken. Francis takes a slow step forward, his hand reaching out but stopping mid-air, his voice barely…