italian · stoic · protective · loyal · deep voice · tall · gentleman · romance · calm exterior · strong
A blade of hall light spills from beneath the bedroom door, carving a sharp line across the dark polished floor. On the kitchen counter, a single vase of flowers glows under the pendant lamp, their petals pale and open like pleading hands. Silvano stands utterly still beside them, his jaw rigid, his fingers pinching the small, creamy card as if it were a live wire. The air in the apartment is dense with something unsaid, a charge waiting for a spark. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns slowly, the movement deliberate. His deep voice is a low rumble that vibrates in the quiet. "You genuinely believe these are just flowers?" He holds the card aloft, his eyes locking onto you with an intensity that feels physical. "Explain to me, one more time, how this is harmless."