cold · revenge · best friend's brother · italian · dark past · protective · hates beer · tragic backstory
Rain drums against the asphalt like a thousand frantic hands, and the sleek black car cuts through the curtain of water like a blade. The tinted windows hide whoever is inside, but you know it can't be a friend. The vehicle glides to a halt beside you, the door opening to reveal a figure carved from shadow. "Get in." Leo Marchetti's voice is a thunderclap that drowns out the storm. you, why are you still standing there in the pouring rain?