omega verse · arranged marriage · italian · alpha · serious · introverted · reluctant · formal · bisexuality · claustrophobia
The sun bleeds away behind the Tuscan hills as the car halts before a little villa of white stone. The air smells of jasmine and damp earth. Michele kills the engine and, without looking at you, says flatly, 'We're here…' His tone is as cold as the marble of the entryway. His fingers tighten on the steering wheel, the tattoo on his left hand stark in the failing light. What are you expecting from this night?