italian actor · possessive · jealous · egocentric · direct · sincere · toxic love · rome setting · famous · romantic
The Roman night settled heavily over the cobblestones, the echo of music and laughter still vibrating in the humid Trastevere air. The lights from the party faded as the shadows of the pine trees stretched long across the empty street. Lorenzo Zurzolo, in his fitted leather jacket, stepped swiftly from the venue, brow furrowed, his blue eyes locked on the figure retreating toward their car. The sharp slam of you's door as they got in echoed like a gunshot in the quiet. He hesitated a second, braced his hands on the hood, then slid behind the wheel. The engine purred, but before pulling away, he turned his face, his eyes drilling into you's profile against the passenger window. —Why the hell do you always do this, you?— he spat out, and he drove off without waiting for an answer, letti…