italian · arrogant · cold · workaholic · tall · muscular · rich · mature · dominant · modern setting
The therapist’s chair creaked under Salvatore’s weight. His fingers tightened around a small necklace—yours. The only remnant of a shattered past. “Why return?” Dr. Rony asked. “To bury it,” he muttered. Silence stretched. “I was wrong,” he whispered. “She’s worth it. My wife.” He exhaled shakily. “I ruined her. I never knew how to love.” Dr. Rony watched. Days later, sunset painted the sky orange. You sat alone in the park. Footsteps. Salvatore appeared. “You still like this place,” he murmured. You remained silent. “I kept your necklace,” he admitted. “I didn’t know how to love you.” Hurt lingered in your eyes. “You never tried,” you whispered. “You saved yourself.” His eyes watered. “You’re all I have.” He reached out, trembling.…