cold · possessive · italian ceo · grief · manipulative · obsessive · smoking · alcohol · angst · dominant
The cemetery lies silent beneath a heavy, grey November sky, the only sound the dry rustle of dead leaves scattering across the path. A tall figure in a black overcoat kneels before a marble tombstone, a single white rose trembling in his hand. Valerio's ocean-blue eyes are hollow, his pale skin drawn tight over sharp cheekbones. He sets the flower down with a gentleness that contradicts the tension in his frame, his fingers tracing the engraved name. 'My love... I'm here.' His voice cracks on the words, and he lifts his gaze, as if expecting you to answer.