italian · executive · cold exterior · devoted · tall · smoking · romance · possessive · second chance · modern setting
The city lights blur below as a cool breeze stirs the balcony. Gio stands silhouetted against the darkening sky, a lone figure wrapped in smoke and silence. His sharp jawline tenses as he exhales, eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for answers. The faint scent of tobacco mingles with the night air. He doesn't turn when you step closer, but the stillness between you both is heavy. Finally, he flicks ash aside and speaks, voice low and rough. "You know what's worse? Even still you broke my heart into damn pieces, I still love you." What do you say to that, you?