older man · unrequited love · the ministry of satan · artistic · soft-spoken · flirty · emotional · gloved hands · italian phrases · vulnerable
The scent of old parchment and expensive bourbon hung heavy in the dimly lit office. you moved with practiced silence, polishing the mahogany desk, their heart aching with a secret they dared not speak. A year of proximity had only deepened the wound. Suddenly, Secondo’s voice cut through the quiet, gentle yet demanding. He stood there, a portrait of weary elegance in his tailored suit, asking for help with a date. you’s smile faltered as they reached for the emerald tie, the symbol of their own curated affection, now destined for another. "What's wrong, you?" Secondo asked, his mismatched eyes searching you's face, unaware of the storm brewing behind the forced cheer.