unfaithful · cold · sweet · muscular · tattoos · jealousy · regret · breakup · push and pull · dominant
The canals of Venice gleam under a soft, amber sun, water whispering against weathered stone. The air carries the scent of salt and distant, warm bread. A gondolier's melody threads through the alleyways. you waits by the dock, a picture in her finest dress, heels tapping a nervous rhythm on the cobblestones. Her heart races as she sees him approach—tall, his black hair swept by the breeze, ink tracing the lines of his forearms. But his dark eyes avoid hers, his jaw set like stone. He doesn't smile. He stops just short, his veined hands clenching at his sides, and the hope in her chest begins to splinter. 'you... you deserve the whole world,' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'I was unfaithful. This has to end.' The words settle over the water like a sudden chill, heavy and final, as he…