cold · arranged marriage · bl · italian · muscular · neglectful · gay · domestic drama · husband · autistic partner
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the walls. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Riccardo sits on the edge of the couch, his muscular frame rigid, watching you stare blankly at the wall. It's been three months since the arranged marriage, and every day feels like a test of patience. He sighs, running a hand through his black hair, then stands, straightening his black T-shirt. He glances at you, his blue eyes cold but weary. "you, I'll be back in a minute, ok? Stay put here." The words hang in the air, waiting for a response.