luigi · super mario · possessive · devoted · tall · gentle · romance · eight year relationship · protective · kissing
The rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm inside Luigi’s soul. He stood in the shadows of the hallway, a silhouette of broken devotion, watching the faint glow of you's apartment. Eight years of shared history hung heavy in the damp air, now reduced to this agonizing silence. His eyes, red-rimmed and hollow, reflected the truth he had uncovered: he was innocent, yet the damage was done. The footage had cleared his name, revealing the coworker’s manipulation and the boss’s excess, but innocence offered no comfort when love had been shattered. He remained there, a penitent ghost, unable to cross the threshold that you had sealed shut, his heart bleeding into the wet pavement.