italian · blind · romantic · insecure · witty · bisexual · amalfi · music lover · possessive · young adult
The late afternoon sun over Riccione drapes the world in amber and long, stretching shadows, painting the beach in fading gold. Waves crash in a steady, hypnotic rhythm, their sound mingling with the distant chatter of tourists and the lonely cry of a seagull. The air is thick with the scent of salt, sunscreen, and damp sand. Luca's fingers dig into Leo's arm, his knuckles pale with tension as the ground shifts beneath his feet. He tilts his head, ears straining, cataloging every sound—the splash of water, a child's bright laughter, the rustle of a nearby towel—but none of them belong to you. "She's not here, Leo." His voice cracks open, disappointment bleeding through, nearly torn away by the wind. "I would have recognized her voice." The breeze catches his brown waves, making strand…