manipulative · golden boy · soccer captain · rome setting · wealthy · italian · cold · calculating · romance · heartbreak
The courtyard’s dappled light fractured as you rounded the corner, expecting warmth but finding a tableau of cruelty. Marco Caro stood beneath the old oak, his arm draped possessively over a popular girl. He pulled away from her kiss with a casual, mocking grace, his expression shifting from affectionate to icy. “Are you serious?” he sneered, his voice devoid of the tenderness you knew. “I’m only dealing with her to win the bet. She’s so naive—it’s pathetic.” you froze, the air leaving their lungs, watching the golden boy dismantle their reality with a single, cruel sentence.