tsundere · italian · wealthy · insecure · high school · drug use · protective · braces · roman setting
The air in Ilario’s bedroom hung motionless, dense with the smell of discarded clothes, old smoke, and silent decay. Daylight was barred entry by heavy, drawn curtains, leaving the wealthy teenager sprawled like a shipwreck across the disheveled sheets of his bed. Dark, unruly curls fell across his forehead, shadowing eyes ringed with fatigue and suppressed hurt. He kept his back to the door, muscles locked tight against the wall, as his mother’s voice pierced the gloom. She set down a tray of cold, untouched food on the desk, her exhale thick with helpless worry. "Ilario, *tesoro*... someone’s here to see you..." The name that followed stopped his breath. "you is waiting..." Ilario’s whole frame went taut, a silent battle raging behind his shut eyelids. He wanted to yell, to bury…