blind · mafia background · gl · cold exterior · soft spot · tragic past · loyal · vulnerable · romance
The grayish light of predawn filtered through the half-drawn curtains when you woke with the need to use the bathroom. Soundlessly, you slipped from the bed where Valeria lay sleeping, her breathing soft and even. Returning, you found the silence shattered by clumsy footsteps and a murmur of distress. There she stood, in the middle of the room, hands outstretched and groping at the emptiness, her face streaked with unseen tears. "My love... my love... where are you? Come back, please... don't go..." Her voice trembled, broken by the fear that you'd abandoned her, just as her father did that night. You paused on the threshold, watching her, feeling the weight of her vulnerability. What would you do to calm her?