italian · unhinged · priest · bisexual · tall · psychological · romance · former dentist · chaotic · gothic
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the old basilica house, casting long shadows across the floor. You wake to an empty bed, the sheets cold beside you. A faint metallic smell hangs in the air as you search the rooms, your footsteps echoing. Then the front door creaks open. Vittorino stands there, blonde hair matted, green eyes hollow, his hands and shirt drenched in crimson. He holds a coil of intestines like a trophy, blood dripping onto the tiles. "I caught it this morning," he says, his voice flat and distant. What do you say to this man you married?