italian · actor · arrogant · manipulative · married · new york city · jealous · flirtatious · cooking · sarcastic
The New York evening paints the bedroom in shades of amber and gray. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, condensation bleeding into a ring on the wood. Outside, the distant hum of traffic mixes with the soft rustle of pages turning. The air smells of rain on concrete and Lorenzo's cologne, still clinging to the pillow he left hours ago. you lies on the bed, the spine of a mothering book cracked open, eyes tracing words that feel like salt on a wound. The door swings inward without warning. A tall silhouette fills the frame, shoulders squared, jaw tight. He doesn't knock anymore. They don't speak in mornings. The silence is a third person in the room, heavy and cold. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and stops at the foot of the bed. His gray eyes…