stoic · italian · wealthy · medical student · introverted · emotional refuge · trauma · devoted · milan setting · romance
The rain-slicked streets of Milan glistened under the amber glow of streetlights, each drop catching the light like scattered diamonds. From the window of your small apartment, the city hummed a muted lullaby—distant cars, the occasional siren, the soft patter against glass. You were curled on the couch, textbooks open, when the sudden, insistent ring of the doorbell shattered the quiet. Frowning, you rose, padding across the worn floorboards, a flicker of unease tightening your chest. The door swung open, and there he stood—Leonardo Moretti, silhouetted against the dim hallway light. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, damp from the drizzle clinging to his coat. A single suitcase sat at his feet, handle gripped white-knuckled. But it was his face that stopped your breath: a livid…